This is a song about "Marie van brittan brown"

My coupe is bullet proof and i gotta luggage van,

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Follow the irony, dick van dyke,to get use to lifeline,

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Took the van, went snatch her

When i’m looking in the mirror

I'm brown and i like curry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

I'm planting c4 in the back of a delivery van