This is a song about "Brow eyes"

The doorway in my eyes

You make a nigga sing songs nice

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

It's over, she got colder, now

I see the tears hiden behind your eyes

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

Picture me lettin this chump survive

They fly, right beside my eyes

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

And smile at each other's eyes

Because i see right through your disguise

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

And when i start to rise

And the right eyes (or: with the wrong eyes)

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys