This is a song about "Carmen brown"

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

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

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

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

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Educate yourselves, of africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga