This is a song about "Kaleb brown"

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I'm brown and i like curry

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

They say i’m special as devin hester on fourth down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

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

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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