This is a song about "Cameron brown"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

The bar is passin' bottles, money comin' like the lotto

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

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won