This is a song about "Brown horses"

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

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Now momma told me be careful who you love

You start seeing they long face like horses

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Then get out your seat and jump around

I looked at him, told him sit down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on