This is a song about "Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I hate my design but roll with the love

My eyes gazed and it peered, dazed with the peers

Not king james, these were coke kings

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

God told two one eight, not to fill my mind with hate, but hey god its to late,

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

My bens stops with a beep make some friends but not with the cops

And the right eyes (or: with the wrong eyes)

I'm everything that they call nice

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

With my ship the ocean clashes, before my eyes i catch it

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

With no complications the public still looks truly impatient

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Support the guy with white eyes