This is a song about "Brown"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

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

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

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

But i came to get down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Then get out your seat and jump around