This is a song about "Eye contact"

No illuminati but i'm seein through my eye,

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

My expensive eye invention

Well baby bot there ain't no question

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

With one closed and one open eye 

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Prepare for contact, i bomb tracks, sign off like a contract,

Giving nigers my stank eye stare

I said hey, you right there