This is a song about "Mr brown"

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

I just see through to my roots like im greasing with sulfur

Do like a toaster put your bread down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

If north is up and south is down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Pick em' up and knock em' down