This is a song about "Kakita brown"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Cause everytime you come around

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased

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

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa