This is a song about "Glasses boy"

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Everything lucid thru these glasses

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Kicked everyones asses, now i can see with no glasses

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Strumming my pain with his fingers

One way glasses mirrors

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Stop thinking of asses bitch you need some glasses,

We gave him glasses but he's still blind, is he eyeless?

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

My nigga, its all love

I don't need to see with glasses