This is a song about "Harper brown"

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

A legend have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

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

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town