This is a song about "Glaucoma on the left eye of getty wap"

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I stepped on the stage raving, and left the place vacant,

President says it was imminent, i don't believe in the syndicate of the eye

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

But you only the thunder strom eye

Yeah, since i was a knee high

In the corner of my eye, i saw a pair of polka dot underwear

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Fixin up an eye-cam on the top of a pyramid

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

An when the world ends...ill be the only left on it,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit