This is a song about "Miek brown"

And there is no chemistry

I'm brown and i like curry

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

If north is up and south is down