This is a song about "Carmen brown"

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

But make sure if they do see

I'm brown and i like curry

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town