This is a song about "Carmen brown"

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

They getting nice, they got some ice

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing