This is a song about "Dave brown"

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

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

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

What else do we got dave?

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Sun up to sun down

Til you realize that even dave letterman

I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses i'm a crooked surgeon

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around