This is a song about "Brown eyed boy"

What them tippers don't see

I'm brown and i like curry

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

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

The fourth one, i like to kick around

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Standing all cross-eyed looking like you not right,

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright