This is a song about "Brown rung"

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Red bottoms y'all and the ass is out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I only got one rule, no kissing

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Give back to the hood like nino brown

He won't sit down, given the crown