This is a song about "Treshon brown"

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

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

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

If north is up and south is down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Thats how i rope em all down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'm brown and i like curry

My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown