This is a song about "Brown"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Motherfuckers quit the brown

As soon as i touch down

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Give back to the hood like nino brown

They can’t even come around