This is a song about "Starry eyes"

I need a backyard full court size

And the right eyes (or: with the wrong eyes)

They getting nice, they got some ice

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

Wearin' sunglasses, protectin' our eyes

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Perfectly timed, intertwined, recognized, for red eyes

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

I could see it in their eyes,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

What we gotta do to survive

I just shake dice

Weaping your fucking eyes

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Grinning & squinting more than chinks with slanted eyes