This is a song about "Anthony brown"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Give back to the hood like nino brown

The fourth one, i like to kick around

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing