This is a song about "Eyes wide open clean"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

My eyes open, another day another struggle,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

But is you wanna come, you gotta open wide

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

I find it hard to open up my eyes

Cause they're in my eyes and one pupil's wide

Over me the same peeps that have died

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Now no more bullshit, open wide feel no horrid, here comes the bullet,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Although it's closed in due time i suppose it'll soon open wide

My eyes are open now im seeing in a different manner

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her