This is a song about "Brown"

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

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

22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Beautiful are thou, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Ima slow it down, down, down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her