This is a song about "Cris brown"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Sun up to sun down

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Sky high, iced out paradise