This is a song about "Brown"

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

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

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

There must be another route, way out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down