This is a song about "Starry eyes"

I'm everything that they call nice

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

Weaping your fucking eyes

And when i start to rise

With no hope left in ma eyes

They getting nice, they got some ice

And smile at each other's eyes

Started off on thin ice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I blink for an eternity hoping these eyes

They fly, right beside my eyes

Picture me lettin this chump survive

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Looking in my eyes, i'm looking through your eyes