This is a song about "My brown fr"

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

I'm brown and i like curry

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

Everytime you come around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown