This is a song about "Marie van brittan brown"

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

They used to call me the future

Took the van, went snatch her

I'm no fucking van goe,

Who real bitches check me out though

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I looked at him, told him sit down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

I thought van-city was home

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I'm brown and i like curry

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down