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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

President says it was imminent, i don't believe in the syndicate of the eye

But he kept his eye on the tip of the target

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

That got your mother high

The vertex and the third eye

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

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

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

In the corner of my eye, pairs of polka dot underwear

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one