This is a song about "Carmen brown"

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

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

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

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

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

Later on in his life he graduates from brown

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

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