This is a song about "Carmen brown"

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

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

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

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

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

My sister and them, all my niggas listening