This is a song about "Brown peopl"

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

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

A legend have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

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

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

Yea, i am the nail forever holdin em down

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast