This is a song about "Sore eye"

You appear as if you care

Giving nigers my stank eye stare

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

But honestly hes right no need to cry and be sore

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Set in store through each sore formed by this semi-auto repeater

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

No illuminati but i'm seein through my eye,

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

If you try to give it to me at the door

Though she can hardly walk cos i had to make her sore

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Her knees are sore 'cause she blow me

Hey, must be the money