This is a song about "Dylan s brown"

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

He just throws it around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Pick em' up and knock em' down

Get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on