This is a song about "Carmen brown"

I'm brown and i like curry

Dc, man over money

I flash smiles at the mean looks

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Ima slow it down, down, down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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