This is a song about "Brown euyes"

It's just my soda mixed with brown

They can never hold me down

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

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

"beat you so bad, your rhianna i'm chris brown"

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

That was just the beginning it's not over

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/