This is a song about "Tiger eye"

The vertex and the third eye

Tears that our fore fathers cry

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Like i was charlie sheen, i got tiger blood, that shit causes me to be mean,

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

He seeing double thats a crooked eye/

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

Yeah, since i was a knee high

With one closed and one open eye 

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

But philosophy possibly, when you look it dead in its eye,

Looks i have an eye for,

And i don't run counters no more