This is a song about "Brow eyes"

With no hope left in ma eyes

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Sit back and watch your sunrise

When you stare into the eyes

Never miss these things, see my game precise

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Wish to see my through some other eyes

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

I'm everything that they call nice

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

She's flawless like some uncut ice

I could see it in their eyes,

As i wipe the sweat off my brow,

Wanna feel her power right now

Still looking for his eyes

Inferior, but i'm nice