This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Motherfuckers quit the brown

He won't sit down, given the crown

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

But i apologize for not walking you around

Is written in our souls, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga