This is a song about "Brow eyes"

She don't really care about anyone advice

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

Still looking for his eyes

I just shake dice

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

Call me a clown but a week from now

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

I see the tears hiden behind your eyes

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Looking in my eyes, i'm looking through your eyes

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now