This is a song about "Alvin brown"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'm brown and i like curry

It's just my soda mixed with brown

But i came to get down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick