This is a song about "Carmen brown"

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

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

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

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

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

My bitch hustle hard and hold a nigga down

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

Give back to the hood like nino brown

If north is up and south is down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on