This is a song about "Brown"

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

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

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

Comin' back into you once i figured it out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

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

We ball, that breakdown

Motherfuckers quit the brown

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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