This is a song about "Desire in my eyes"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I saw my life flash in front of my eyes

Submerged in acid my two eyes are confiscated

You're very attractive, and notice that

That dirt path that gets dust in my eyes

She don't really care about anyone advice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

(plexus) what kind of genius am i in my own eyes

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Of impactful things one can ask for

And its only to my fans desire

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Money in my pocket, success is in my eyes,