This is a song about "Brown"

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

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

My name is timb aka thomas crown

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Cause everytime you come around

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

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