This is a song about "Connaught brown"

I'm brown and i like curry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Picture me lettin this chump survive

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Thats how i rope em all down

Give back to the hood like nino brown