This is a song about "Brown"

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

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown