This is a song about "In your eyes"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

To exist like a beach in a tsunami

In new orleans, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Your blind eyes to the prize i've dyed in mixtures/

These emerald evergreens in your eyes reflect mine

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

The twinkle in your eyes is actually the sun shining between your ears.

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

All i ever need is all the all the love that's in your eyes

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.