This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Smokin’ indoi roll my window down

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I'm brown and i like curry

Cause time is money

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