This is a song about "Carmen brown"

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

I got that potentiality to decease whatever comes in like a fucking wild beast

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Everytime you come around

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

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

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown