This is a song about "Brown"

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

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

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Thats how i rope em all down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Baby doll, check it out: i get around