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

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

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

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

I don't want no fucking crown

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit