This is a song about "Carmen brown"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

My all gold rolly or the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

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

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

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

And big kill, r.i.pand all you other o.g.'s, who go down

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

No reason to be around

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