This is a song about "Brown"

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs