This is a song about "Brown guy"

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Hopin hes the right guy

Hear the rambling in the sky

Dont fuck with the new guy

And i know that your supply

Did you meet another guy

Dreamin on a lullaby

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown