This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

Do like a toaster put your bread down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

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

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

To liberate yourself, africa

I pray you send an angel down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

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

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