This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Im obvious-ly bright..u like chris brown....u goin blonde(blind) an shit,

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around