This is a song about "Brown"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Everytime you come around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

If north is up and south is down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown