This is a song about "People starring at you"

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

But how about y’all look at whoever is leading the people,

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

I often wonder what other people see when they look at me

You think i'm lying well why don't you ask the people at the last dance,

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

At levels with people who were always just destined

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

People cursing at me sayin nobody understands my message

People always want to judge you,

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through