This is a song about "Eye"

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Thats all/ aint never been much to it/ moneys caught my eye

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

But you only the thunder strom eye

But philosophy possibly, when you look it dead in its eye,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Kushed up and my eye red

She don’t give her nigga head

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

You know i want a piece of that pie

Now everybody put your hands up high

Until the world opens and i don't mean third eye

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

I saw everything i saw the look in your eye

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die