This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Ima slow it down, down, down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Never miss these things, see my game precise

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

It's just my soda mixed with brown

My name is timb aka thomas crown

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love