This is a song about "Brown"

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Everytime you come around

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Beautiful are thou, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on