This is a song about "Brown kid"

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

And there is no chemistry

I'm brown and i like curry

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

Dre, pick 'em ,ah, pick'em, ill shut them all down