This is a song about "Brown"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

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

My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Cause everytime you come around

A legend have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow