This is a song about "Brow eyes"

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Perfectly timed, intertwined, recognized, for red eyes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Amazed by different coloured eyes

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I also come with shut eyes

I have no eyes i have no eyes call me so blind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

Started off on thin ice

Still looking for his eyes

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I see the tears hiden behind your eyes