This is a song about "Brown peoples"

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I'm brown and i like curry

Than the muse of a family

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

And eagerly im ending peoples lives more speedily"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

I gotta do it for my peoples with a child that's famished