This is a song about "My brown fr"

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

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

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

As soon as i touch down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Do like a toaster put your bread down

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

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

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