This is a song about "Treshon brown"

Oh no we got to slow the city down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

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

Ima slow it down, down, down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

I'm brown and i like curry

Perhaps it's just a fantasy