This is a song about "Hats and glasses"

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Finally got my glasses cleaned

My goal's for my raps to serve as glasses

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Man we pullin' out like jack rabbits out of magic hats,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I don't need to see with glasses

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Kicked everyones asses, now i can see with no glasses

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Made me fine to go without makeup, and even wear glasses on my face