This is a song about "Brown"

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

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

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

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

So get up, its time to start nation building

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