This is a song about "Them brown eyes"

If north is up and south is down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

And now that i’m getting money

I'm brown and i like curry

& since you telling all them lies why don't look into my eyes

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton