This is a song about "Connaught brown"

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

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

Everytime you come around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

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

If north is up and south is down

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

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'm brown and i like curry