This is a song about "Brown skin gyal"

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

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Now you feel beetles crawlin under your skin

All i wanted to do was get that trick down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Promise if you hold me down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

With a little bit of passion

Is ripping out my skin

With hairy and primitive skin

High off life? my nigga not even

My gold rollie tell time

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine