This is a song about "Brown"

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

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

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

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

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Cause everytime you come around

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets