This is a song about "Brown university"

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

There must be another route, way out

She raised all that money to send me to university,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Our nation have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Clyde drexler, before the hood got dribbled niggas right up on the stretcher

Clever like an elderly professor/in a university lecture

I carry the weight of the whole university on me,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty