This is a song about "I miss your eyes"

Even if you try you're best to conceal it i can see it in your eyes

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I see the tears hiden behind your eyes

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

And if i catch you handing me your dead eyes,

I miss ya... cuz your here no more,

I ain't happy with the score

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

I could see the pain in your eyes.

Inferior, but i'm nice

I stare in your eyes in your final moments of death

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures