This is a song about "Glare"

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

Promise me you won't step out of line

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

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

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Chillin like a villain got my red eye glare

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

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

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

As i glare on the scene

Come see real niggas on my team