This is a song about "Brown moon"

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I know a little girly from uptown

Won't run out anytime soon

And we gone to the moon

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Then get out your seat and jump around

To liberate yourselves, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Don’t mean i ain't ‘posed to take you down

Some girls pull the dudes, literally, like the moon

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

The world is so typical

While on the moon guess i'm micheal

If you said yes i would give you the moon

And her smile lit up the room