This is a song about "Carmen brown"

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

To liberate yourself, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

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

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

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

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

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening