This is a song about "Them brown eyes"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Thats how i rope em all down

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

The science and the art, africa

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

I'm brown and i like curry

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And you know i cant stop now when i rap i paint your whole top brown

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown