This is a song about "Rose coloured glasses"

We don't ever make love

I don't need to see with glasses

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

I got glasses to see stuff,

And what i done just ain't enough

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Finally got my glasses cleaned

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

Peter parker flow, no glasses

Every night i stroke hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

No glasses, love at first sight

You got to have your game tight