This is a song about "Doo brown"

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Fuck it grab my smg and cock it,cock a doodle doo now see whos dying

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

But don't let it fool ya dude, i don't want ya to scooby doo

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I'd fuckin' severe your cerebrum singing la dee da doo

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you