This is a song about "Brown"

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

We're living in a fantasy

I'm brown and i like curry

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

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

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

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

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around