This is a song about "Eyes on the prize"

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Tho my eyes on the top, dont regret none of that.

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

I'm planning to seize the world my eyes on zion

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

On em from the sky our eyes precipitate when they deny

Your blind eyes to the prize i've dyed in mixtures/

You go "pon' de river": leave you in ponds and rivers

Timmy got his bike stole

I kept my eyes on the goal

Support the guy with white eyes

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice