This is a song about "Brown"

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town