This is a song about "Brown girl"

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

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

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

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

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