This is a song about "Brown"

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto

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

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

I looked at him, told him sit down

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I'm brown and i like curry

And losin all his money

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown