This is a song about "Cris brown"

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

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

Give back to the hood like nino brown

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

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

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

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I know a little betty from downtown

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown