This is a song about "Her prettt brown eyes"

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

You set me a blaze with those brown eyes

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Tears in her eyes made him realise

Chicanos, mexicanos, brown,

Do like a toaster put your bread down

In her dreams with young eyes she sees her hero with an imaginary cape

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

When i called out her her eyes did not heard

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

Give back to the hood like nino brown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa