This is a song about "Brown"

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

He just throws it around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

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

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

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

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

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

Heyyyy! got some static for some niggas on the other side of town

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground