This is a song about "Dark brown eyes"

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

From the back seat, back seat

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

To liberate yourselves, africa

Like a small garage in your backyard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Angels hug me in the dark, my eyes are movin on their own accord

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks