This is a song about "Brown people"

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

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

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

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

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

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours