This is a song about "Kakita brown"

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I know a little girly from uptown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

I looked at him, told him sit down

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

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

Never miss these things, see my game precise

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Cause everytime yall come around

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

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

They say beauty's in the eye of the beholder

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on