This is a song about "Brown"

I looked at him, told him sit down

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

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

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

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

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