This is a song about "Todd brown"

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

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

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I'm brown and i like curry

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown