This is a song about "Brown"

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

I know a little girly from uptown

Give back to the hood like nino brown

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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

Double mg shit, i put the set down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

I'm brown and i like curry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks