This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Callin' all cars, there's another man down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

A legend have to bow, africa

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

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Cause everytime you come around

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Epic, they used to feed me detours

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours