This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

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

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Our nation have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow