This is a song about "Cris brown"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

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

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

All my other people that dance around

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown