This is a song about "Brown"

But i told my self "don't falter dawg, you know you're a beast

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

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Oh no we got to slow the city down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

No reason to be around