This is a song about "Brown squad"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

You can feel it via spirit

My squad is who i get it wit

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,