This is a song about "Chirs brown"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

They claim it as their own, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

There must be another route, way out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

My name is timb aka thomas crown