This is a song about "Carmen brown"

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

No reason to be around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice