This is a song about "Hazel eyes"

I could see it in their eyes,

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Still looking for his eyes

We hustle to survive

The doorway in my eyes

Started off on thin ice

What we gotta do to survive

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

Support the guy with white eyes

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Because i see right through your disguise

Support the guy with white eyes

And when i start to rise

They fly, right beside my eyes

Never really been into the ice