This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

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