This is a song about "Paxton brown"

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Never miss these things, see my game precise

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

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

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Then get out your seat and jump around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,