This is a song about "Dead eyes"

Sky high, iced out paradise

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

If not we're practically dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Close my eyes and see everybody i know dead

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

That's boa, see that's my set

That rap is mostly dead/

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Even when my dreams are dead

Weaping your fucking eyes

Sit back and watch your sunrise