This is a song about "Antwone brown"

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Double mg shit, i put the set down

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

All my other people that dance around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

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

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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