This is a song about "My brown fr"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Never really been into the ice

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

20 racks really thats sneaker money

I'm brown and i like curry

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

Cause everytime you come around

Give back to the hood like nino brown

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

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo