This is a song about "Chirs brown"

Look this whole time, we was comin from separate towns to hold down

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

Do like a toaster put your bread down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

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

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

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

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on