This is a song about "My brown fr"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

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

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

A legend have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

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

That's the only way i know how to hold it down

All i wanted to do was get that trick down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense