This is a song about "Mike brown"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I can smell it when i go outside

(verse 2: young sandwich/ dead mike)

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

I'm the talk of the town

It's just my soda mixed with brown