This is a song about "Treshon brown"

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

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

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

I drive that all around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,