This is a song about "Leroy 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

Cause everytime yall come around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I'm everything that they call nice

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

To liberate yourselves, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I know a little girly from uptown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,