This is a song about "Cris brown"

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo

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

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

To look at you is painful, cuz i ain’t seen you naked

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Thats how i rope em all down

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks