This is a song about "Carmen brown"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

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

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Then start barkin' loud 'til the neighbors wanna calm you down

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

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

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

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown