This is a song about "Chris brown"

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Gained a hundred pounds to be a fat white chris rock,

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

My all gold rolly or the

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

This hoodrats think they're bad , when their names chris

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

It ain't hard to make money

I'm brown and i like curry

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Double mg shit, i put the set down