This is a song about "Brown dynamite"

Thats how i rope em all down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Do like a toaster put your bread down

But with all the strife it was still fucking dynamite

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Fuck your dynamite my shit is just straight explosive

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

They say i’m special as devin hester on fourth down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around