This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Cause time is money

I'm brown and i like curry

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

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

Is written in our souls, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

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

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown