This is a song about "Carmen brown"

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

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

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

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore i dick her down

Our nation have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

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

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town