This is a song about "Carmen brown"

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Sit back and watch your sunrise

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Protect yo self in the explorer go acquire a solid shield.

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

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

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

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

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I-i'ma take her down