This is a song about "Colin brown"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I know a little betty from downtown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

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

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