This is a song about "Todd brown"

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Snoop dogged it, nelly came down

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I go, in when i start putting words out