This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

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

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

Do like a toaster put your bread down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

I know a little girly from uptown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

On they twitter writing novels, see

I'm brown and i like curry