This is a song about "London eye"

From the third eye 'bout all divinities

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

No illuminati but i'm seein through my eye,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

But philosophy possibly, when you look it dead in its eye,

My expensive eye invention

You're uncool like my mother kin

I saw everything i saw the look in your eye

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Sleep walking doing the one eye wink

When you show them pity it flips a switch. be kind and see eye to eye,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try