This is a song about "Brown"

My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

I looked at him, told him sit down

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

I be gettin' money

I'm brown and i like curry

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

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