This is a song about "Brown"

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

To liberate yourselves, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I'm brown and i like curry

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown