This is a song about "Marie van brittan brown"

They can’t even come around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

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

Cause everytime yall come around

Don’t mean i ain't ‘posed to take you down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Give back to the hood like nino brown

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

I'm no fucking van goe,

You got that indie glow