This is a song about "Max brown"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Snoop dogged it, nelly came down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

All i wanted to do was get that trick down

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I'mma catch you next time around

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

The science and the art, africa

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Promise if you hold me down

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

And now i'm amplifying my shit, turing it to the max,