This is a song about "Carmen brown"

Motherfuckers quit the brown

My name is timb aka thomas crown

R.i.p to my brown bronco, keep the peace in morocco

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

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

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

I know a little betty from downtown

It's just my soda mixed with brown