This is a song about "Brown"

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

A legend have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

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