This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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

Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

I drive that all around

Motherfuckers quit the brown

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

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Give back to the hood like nino brown

I know a little betty from downtown

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on