This is a song about "Brown man"

Cause everytime you come around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

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

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow