This is a song about "Kaleb brown"

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

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

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

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

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

All my other people that dance around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

A military mind mean money

I'm brown and i like curry

Is written in our souls, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around