This is a song about "Sore eye"

No, not on top but down there

Giving nigers my stank eye stare

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

We still staying laying lines with sore throats

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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

Third eye blind with the vertex

As we give up our debts

Never had a chance to try

But you only the thunder strom eye

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

No illuminati but i'm seein through my eye,