This is a song about "3rd eye"

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Giving nigers my stank eye stare

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

But you only the thunder strom eye

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Did too many drugs dilating my third eye

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

That got your mother high

Cant see, no twinkles from thy eye,

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

3rd eye seeing light it's a beacon of hope

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//