This is a song about "Brown thrashcan"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

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

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Picture me lettin this chump survive

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/