This is a song about "Eyeballs"

I don’t do nothing but ball

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

And brain washed them all by attaching technology to their eyeballs,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

While you gasp 'n' you croak, my clueless rivals run as i chew your eyeballs whole

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

I paused and focused, why are my eyeballs swollen

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam i ain't backing down for nothing

And now these eyeballs are turning and the fingers are pointing..."looka what he's becoming."

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Read her pleasure with my eyeballs