This is a song about "Brown"

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

I'mma catch you next time around

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

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

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Do like a toaster put your bread down

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I know a little betty from downtown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Beautiful are thou, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga