This is a song about "Brown horses"

Do like a toaster put your bread down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

All my other people that dance around

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown