This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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

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

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

That's the only way i know how to hold it down

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought