This is a song about "Jackson brown"

I need the remedy, dont want to look like jackson

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I have dreams of livin large like michael jackson,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'm brown and i like curry

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

Give back to the hood like nino brown

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

It's just my soda mixed with brown

All i wanted to do was get that trick down