This is a song about "Brown"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

No reason to be around

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

A legend have to bow, africa

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

I pray you send an angel down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down