This is a song about "Brown"

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

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

He won't sit down, given the crown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

The science and the art, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong