This is a song about "Carmen brown"

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

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

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

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

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

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

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

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

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes