This is a song about "Brown wing"

I'd rather listen to these ignorant right-wing people,

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

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

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm brown and i like curry

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

No commentary my man, i come out swinging