This is a song about "Brown"

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

Everytime you come around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out

I know a little betty from downtown

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string