This is a song about "Glare"

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

Chillin like a villain got my red eye glare

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

As i glare on the scene

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

When you're with me he can't dare to stain in ma face nor glare

Real dared and clear as i glare and tear subjectively into your thighs

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

When they really don't care but just stare and they glare