This is a song about "Boy with blue eyes"

With no hope left in ma eyes

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm faded with eyes thats shaded

To keeping up with the same pace lookin', boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

The ice ain't really nothing to her

With the eyes glazed over, "boy, you ain't schroeder!

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

And the right eyes (or: with the wrong eyes)

With the same pace, looking boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

She self made, i'm self made

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

That shit was wack as fuck

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut