This is a song about "Dylan brown"

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Is written in our souls, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles