This is a song about "Sore eye"

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

Why you sore huh? you go and just diss a dozen kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Third eye for eternity

And now that i’m getting money

I don't care about defeating me no more, i’m rapping you to reduce my pain, my sore,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Her knees are sore 'cause she blow me

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy