This is a song about "Todd brown"

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

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

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Cause everytime yall come around

Smokin’ indoi roll my window down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm brown and i like curry

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours