This is a song about "Kaleb brown"

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

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

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

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

Give back to the hood like nino brown