This is a song about "How to stare"

Meanwhile we see a window opening, stare out,

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

To dictate how to look,

My bitches fuck me good

When she looked we pretended to stare at the floor

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Understand how i planned to hit

Just to see how it tasted

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I hate that you all sit and stare but none have the guts to get up and stand

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare