This is a song about "Kelsie brown"

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown