This is a song about "Carmen 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

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

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

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown