This is a song about "Carmen brown"

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

A legend have to bow, africa