This is a song about "Those eyes"

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

They fly, right beside my eyes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Love rapping love sneakers above those

I know they pay me too much of attention

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

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

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

They getting nice, they got some ice

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

I need a backyard full court size

Still looking for his eyes

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Those callous eyes that tell stories of malice.

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

See my pain through my eyes,