This is a song about "Sore eye"

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

And in fact i can’t deny

The vertex and the third eye

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

No illuminati but i'm seein through my eye,

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

My expensive eye invention

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Third eye blind with the vertex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

I throw em to the floor, fuck their pussies sore

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more