This is a song about "Marie van brittan brown"

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

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

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Is written in our souls, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

It's van scoy, told you i can rap

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

I thought van-city was home

That he dont even own

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Pushing in my mama van

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

You know that love is a very serious thing