This is a song about "Those eyes"

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

And smile at each other's eyes

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

Wearin' sunglasses, protectin' our eyes

And the right eyes (or: with the wrong eyes)

Sky high, iced out paradise

This is love, nothing else close

No, no, we are not those

Support the guy with white eyes

We hustle to survive

Still looking for his eyes

Inferior, but i'm nice

With no hope left in ma eyes

I'm everything that they call nice

Sit back and watch your sunrise

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes