This is a song about "Brown euyes"

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Brown on a canvas of black, i'm stenciling/

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Do like a toaster put your bread down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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