This is a song about "Sam brown"

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I know a little betty from downtown

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Credit card late fees

Even uncle sam agrees.

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks