This is a song about "Brown"

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

I need a backyard full court size

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

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

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

The fourth one, i like to kick around

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours