This is a song about "Brown"

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

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

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

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

A legend have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

If north is up and south is down

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

I'm everything that they call nice

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown