This is a song about "Nigga bitches nd chris brown and tyga and selena gomez and sam smith"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I'm brown and i like curry

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

And last but not least please don't tell no one

My name is chris, i'm a rapper, and caucasian,

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

With a smith and wessen and your confessing