This is a song about "Brown guys"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'm brown and i like curry

My bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna hold me down

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

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

Becoming someone you don't recognize

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

I don't want no fucking crown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground