This is a song about "Brown dynamite"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

He won't sit down, given the crown

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

I show you i'm rare, diamond like, and i'll blow you up like dynamite

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

But with all the strife it was still fucking dynamite

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

My name is timb aka thomas crown

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

Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like

But i'm ready to ignite, like a flame to dynamite

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around