This is a song about "Creston brown"

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Third ward general, young cash money

I'm brown and i like curry

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks