This is a song about "Glare"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare

And got her room number, you can find me there

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Chillin like a villain got my red eye glare

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

For thinking you clean

As i glare on the scene

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

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

I spit murder, every bar is a crime