This is a song about "Chris brown"

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Not hungry for my poetry

I'm brown and i like curry

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

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

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.

Never will i ever utter never to myself

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown