This is a song about "Miek brown"

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

They can’t even come around

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

The science and the art, africa

What we gotta do to survive

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown