This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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

To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

Ima slow it down, down, down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

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

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

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

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

I drive that all around

It's just my soda mixed with brown