This is a song about "Brown"

Our nation have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

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

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I'mma catch you next time around

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow