This is a song about "Brown"

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

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

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

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

I'm brown and i like curry

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Because i see right through your disguise