This is a song about "Carmen brown"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

It's just my soda mixed with brown

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Do the fuckin' exact opposite of turnin' it down

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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