This is a song about "Leroy brown"

But i told my self "don't falter dawg, you know you're a beast

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

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

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

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

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

My all gold rolly or the

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town