This is a song about "Carmen brown"

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

They say i’m special as devin hester on fourth down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

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

To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased

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