This is a song about "My eyez"

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

So now she picks up the gun

My words are my rhythm

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win