This is a song about "Brown hair"

Yeah i like that long hair,

I said hey, you right there

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Here they keep a rachet close

I know a little girly from uptown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

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

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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