This is a song about "Eyes"

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Because i see right through your disguise

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

And the right eyes (or: with the wrong eyes)

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Wish to see my through some other eyes

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

We hustle to survive

Weaping your fucking eyes

Still looking for his eyes

I just shake dice

I have no eyes i have no eyes call me so blind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Support the guy with white eyes