This is a song about "Sore eye"

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

But you only the thunder strom eye

Spit magic im dumbledore run the game til my foot sore

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I throw em to the floor, fuck their pussies sore

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Each time we had a cold sore

I ain't happy with the score

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

She looks at me and bats an eye