This is a song about "Carmen brown"

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Becoming someone you don't recognize

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

All my other people that dance around

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her