This is a song about "Dissing chris brown"

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Then push the milk on a slow bend

I got a friend named chris rent

My name is timb aka thomas crown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Never wrong at any level

Like that tragedy chris angel,