This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I don't want no fucking crown

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Give back to the hood like nino brown

I'm getting it, hustlin' like i'm still down

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

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

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

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Sun up to sun down