This is a song about "Sparks in your eye"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

In my mind's eye, i'm high like united airlines

Never lookin for a handout

Sparks put in work and they scream my name out

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Spray nitrogen in your eye sever your pride then leave you to die,

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

But philosophy possibly, when you look it dead in its eye,