This is a song about "Punched in the eye"

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Dont you dare gimme the hatred look in your eye

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

In the corner of my eye, i saw a pair of polka dot underwear

Ill stab you in one eye and watch you cry out the other,

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I'd sit back and kick whack flows i punched the door but

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high