This is a song about "Brown"

I'm brown and i like curry

That's why i'm makin' money

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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

Educate yourselves, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

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