This is a song about "Connaught brown"

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

But i apologize for not walking you around

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

Motherfuckers quit the brown

22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down

Cause everytime you come around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

And i be countin' money till i pass out

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes