This is a song about "Brown boy"

Is written in our souls, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I'm brown and i like curry

Took my heart away from money

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

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

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

To liberate yourself, africa