This is a song about "Brown"

Give back to the hood like nino brown

No reason to be around

Is written in our souls, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

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

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

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