This is a song about "Donivan brown"

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

My all gold rolly or the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

In her defense she a part of the crowd

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I'm brown and i like curry