This is a song about "Eye borrows"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

My expensive eye invention

So y'all niggas can fly

With one closed and one open eye 

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

The vertex and the third eye

When that thing gon fly

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Im all about i(eye) like optometrist,

And i know that your supply

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

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

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

Kushed up and my eye red

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head