This is a song about "Eyes on the prize"

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

On em from the sky our eyes precipitate when they deny

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Despise us, we're deprived of a slice of the cake prize,

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years