This is a song about "Brown"

They claim it as their own, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

I'm brown and i like curry

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

There must be another route, way out

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

I-i'ma take her down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/