This is a song about "The apple of my eye"

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

See the third eye through my eyes no doubt

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

But you only the thunder strom eye

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Fixin up an eye-cam on the top of a pyramid

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag