This is a song about "Brown"

Everytime you come around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I looked at him, told him sit down

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

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa

I'm brown and i like curry

But five years from now i bet she see

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low