This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

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

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

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

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown