This is a song about "Kieron brown"

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I don't want no fucking crown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Is written in our souls, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours