This is a song about "Kieron brown"

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

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

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

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

To come and change my life around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa