This is a song about "Eyes on the prize"

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

You're my grand prize only on my second try

Chillin' with homies and family

To legitimize the prize money

And get the prize, and respect you kids cant get

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

Got my eyes open wide on the road to riches

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

The right sights on the prize, but still a knife in the side,

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Like i'm in the club and i got my eyes up on this girl