This is a song about "Dark brown eyes"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

From the back seat, back seat

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

I'm not coming down

Motherfuckers quit the brown

I pray you send an angel down

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Snitches here don't got no heart

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

And i clowntha type of bitch to throw down

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring