This is a song about "Mr brown"

I know a little betty from downtown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Everytime you come around

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the