This is a song about "Brown"

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Protect yo self in the explorer go acquire a solid shield.

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

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

She going to borrow some money

I'm brown and i like curry