This is a song about "Carmen brown"

How beautiful are thou, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Cause everytime yall come around

It's just my soda mixed with brown

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

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

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around