This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

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

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

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down