This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

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

That's, that's the only way i know how to hold it down

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

The science and the art, africa

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

There's a million names for your kind of chronic