This is a song about "Carmen brown"

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

My all gold rolly or the

I'm brown and i like curry

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Motherfuckers quit the brown

She shuts the room down

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

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

No matter who gon' show up i make em move over

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown