This is a song about "Same eyes"

To the same plant, and the same pants

Know it good when she go no hands

Sky high, iced out paradise

When you stare into the eyes

Same game, same blood, same coat on my back

This is why her nigga mad

Facial expression remains the same,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Real light jab to opponents

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

We hustle to survive

Support the guy with white eyes