This is a song about "Tina brown"

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

They can’t even come around

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

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

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice