This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

A legend have to bow, africa

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Get down! i won't take shit from some brown-nose clown

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

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Then get out your seat and jump around