This is a song about "Paxton brown"

I know a little betty from downtown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

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

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

Protect yo self in the explorer go acquire a solid shield.

Give back to the hood like nino brown

I know a little girly from uptown

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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