This is a song about "Sore eye"

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

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Though she can hardly walk cos i had to make her sore

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind

Now walk to it with your land mind

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

No work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Each time we had a cold sore

I ain't happy with the score