This is a song about "Anna brown"

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

So eventually, i kept to myself like elsa, while anna sang to, her sister

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

I better get my gown

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Anna baby, stay strong, and wipe them tears rollin down your face

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Oh no we got to slow the city down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on