This is a song about "Dirty brown"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

And i'm from the dirty south,

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

The science and the art, africa

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

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

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb