This is a song about "Ian brown"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Third ward general, young cash money

I'm brown and i like curry

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

It's just my soda mixed with brown

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.