This is a song about "Sparks in your eye"

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Dont you dare gimme the hatred look in your eye

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

"eye in a triangle, i am reliable"

So deep in that pussy it gives me pink eye

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Sparks put in work and they scream my name out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Is paralyzed//one eye on your bitch the other eye on the prize//the fucking

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Something your minds eye claims me a category,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see