This is a song about "Brown"

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

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

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

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I might even stick my tongue out

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown