This is a song about "Broken ankle glasses chav"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Raising glasses as we waste our years up,

Can’t you see just how long my run

Are grieving and broken

I’m a blonde dre, now gimme kanye’s glasses

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

While ur not looking ill switch our glasses with freaking skill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

It was easy because without his glasses hes blind

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Stop thinking of asses bitch you need some glasses,

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses