This is a song about "Micheal brown"

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

All my other people that dance around

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Do like a toaster put your bread down