This is a song about "Cris brown"

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

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

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Motherfuckers quit the brown

We ball, that breakdown

How beautiful are thou, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

It's just my soda mixed with brown