This is a song about "Harper brown"

She writes it all down

Motherfuckers quit the 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

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

They say i’m special as devin hester on fourth down

My all gold rolly or the

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.