This is a song about "Sore eye"

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Why you call me back? don't lie

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Cant see, no twinkles from thy eye,

Dump that bitch in the sly

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

The vertex and the third eye

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

She looks at me and bats an eye

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die