This is a song about "Brown"

Our children must be taught, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

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

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

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