This is a song about "Max brown"

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Promise if you hold me down

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Everytime you come around

I'm brown and i like curry

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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