This is a song about "Brown hair"

He'd rather come his hair.

They tryin to say that i don't care

Like they not gon' stare

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Pick em' up and knock em' down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I drive that all around

It's just my soda mixed with brown