This is a song about "Lauren brown"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

A legend have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

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

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts