This is a song about "Paxton brown"

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Oh no we got to slow the city down

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm brown and i like curry

And losin all his money

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

All i wanted to do was get that trick down