This is a song about "Brown peoples"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Our nation have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Bro you are a lame ass faggot, stop posting peoples names

And eagerly im ending peoples lives more speedily"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown