This is a song about "Brown"

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

I drive that all around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

Give back to the hood like nino 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

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

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

Our nation have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down