This is a song about "Fuck with the wrong girl"

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

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Gettin high all the time with the girl im gonna make mine,

My pockets got paper on paper

Start out with one girl and the rest follow her

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They keep on asking "what's wrong with the nation?

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Damn girl don't get me wrong cause my love is neat

Feast dibs on the girl with the cocaine converse.

All my real motherfuckin partners

In the wrong line with the wrong man

Still the man with the pan

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see