This is a song about "Brown"

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

They claim it as their own, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

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

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

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

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto