This is a song about "Brown"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

Give back to the hood like nino brown

They can never hold me down

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

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

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

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

She a honest girl so i'mma slam her out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I drive that all around

It's just my soda mixed with brown