This is a song about "Brown"

Dre, pick 'em ,ah, pick'em, ill shut them all down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Is written in our souls, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

He won't sit down, given the crown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

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