This is a song about "Fat brown kid"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Puff puff puff, shutdown uptown

In the house, holla back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

No reason to be around

Motherfuckers quit the brown