This is a song about "Brown man"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I drive that all around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown