This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Beautiful are thou, africa

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

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

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

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

All my other people that dance around

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

Double mg shit, i put the set down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown