This is a song about "Rose coloured glasses"

One way glasses mirrors

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Raising glasses as we waste our years up,

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

I’m a blonde dre, now gimme kanye’s glasses

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Here they keep a rachet close

Live from the lamont's rose

See boy she been in love

Peter parker flow, no glasses

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Everything lucid thru these glasses

She can make a pimp fall in love