This is a song about "Brown"

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

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

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Her legs can't close like the four door hinge bronco

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/