This is a song about "Treshon brown"

Our nation have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Double mg shit, i put the set down

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Cause everytime yall come around

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm brown and i like curry