This is a song about "Chris brown"

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

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

Switch rovers, hit 'em with the gun that's in his holster

Hold up yea we the best

I got a friend named chris rent

As soon as i touch down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

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

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

My all gold rolly or the

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga