This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

If north is up and south is down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Educate yourselves, of africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

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

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown