This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

I drive that all around

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I looked at him, told him sit down

Motherfuckers quit the brown