This is a song about "Brown kid"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Promise if you hold me down

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Quick turning into that cocky kid

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked

Cause you looking exotic, now you getting erotic

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

I'm brown and i like curry

And there is no chemistry