This is a song about "Sore eye"

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

My expensive eye invention

So if it comes down, may the best man win

No illuminati but i'm seein through my eye,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

Each time we had a cold sore

That's why you'll find her on the floor

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Her knees are sore 'cause she blow me

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

But you only the thunder strom eye

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes