This is a song about "Brown euyes"

Come wit me you'll smoke around

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Give back to the hood like nino brown

I looked at him, told him sit down

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

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

It's just my soda mixed with brown

I'mma catch you next time around

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