This is a song about "Them brown eyes"

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

& since you telling all them lies why don't look into my eyes

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

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

I know a little girly from uptown

Then you say your sorry like chris brown

I’m sending one warning shot then i’m taking buildings down

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

Motherfuckers quit the brown

Do like a toaster put your bread down