This is a song about "Ian brown"

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown