This is a song about "Eyes on m"

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

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

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Shotgun in the drop made a right

On high gear, time's slowing, my eyes open, still right here

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I wish i could kill every fucker that lays eyes on me

Emcee m b, remember the name.

Parking lot of the blue flame

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

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

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind