This is a song about "Brown"

Motherfuckers quit the brown

I’m the best, hands down

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

I know a little girly from uptown

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown