This is a song about "Carmen brown"

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

Your bitch texted me, wants it now so i had to knock her down

Our nation have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I drive that all around

Spending all this paper like i fucking hit the lotto

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

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks