This is a song about "Eyes on m"

Not what he beats to earn or sell-on, on the streets, his eyes heaped,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Close my eyes and turn my headphones on,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Staring at her puzzled , their eyes cemented ...on her

I love to see the look on their faces when they look in my eyes

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Here i go again, falling in love again

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

Spot of the eyes on the corner, that's why we oversized,

On your eyes you cry, and it's cus of me

I keep that hottie, just look at her body