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

But you only the thunder strom eye

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Well baby bot there ain't no question

My expensive eye invention

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

And i know that your supply

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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