This is a song about "Pupils"

My bars are brutal,this beat is crucial,i can finally see with my pupils

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

The real result will end with your #funeral, a #skewed #sickle till your #pupils #grow

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

She used to say drugs are stupid, now shes doin acid with pupils diluted, oh shit,

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

This ''kid'' needs to be stabbed in the face until his pupils dilate

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy