This is a song about "Michael brown"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I'm the talk of the town

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

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

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

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Cause everytime you come around

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

Vocabulary is an armory, knives like michael

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Yea, i hit it up and spit it off with michael/

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing