This is a song about "Brown"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I don't want no fucking crown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

I'm brown and i like curry

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

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

And this will be the song that we sing

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

Beautiful are thou, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

But i apologize for not walking you around