This is a song about "Ian brown"

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

To liberate yourself, africa