This is a song about "Tt brown"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

Sky high, iced out paradise

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

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

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

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

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir