This is a song about "Brown nose"

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

Guess i’m different than most

Mustache and a big nose,

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

You like my lines like a bloody nose

X's and o's, you must be the rose

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Beautiful are thou, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

To liberate yourself, africa