This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

Motherfuckers quit the brown

I'mma catch you next time around

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

I smoke a lb when i get it from brown.

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

They stop the whole game everytime i come around