This is a song about "Carmen brown"

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Huhmy home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

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

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

A legend have to bow, africa

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

I'm everything that they call nice

I be gettin' money

I'm brown and i like curry