This is a song about "Dylan brown"

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Out of this 3rd rock, nigga air it out

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

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

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

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I looked at him, told him sit down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

And now that i’m getting money

I'm brown and i like curry

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa