This is a song about "Harper brown"

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

To come and change my life around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Chillin' with homies and family

I'm brown and i like curry

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Thats how i rope em all down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown