This is a song about "Brown"

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

If north is up and south is down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

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