This is a song about "Tina brown"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

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

To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit