This is a song about "Side view mirrors"

Because god's on my side

And you're approaching me right

You think your in my view but you get treated like a side bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Actions speak louder than words

One way glasses mirrors

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Mercedes rear view, thats where today appears

These shows be packing tight

And with him by my side

Astronaut point of view takin in the panorama

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

Writing rhymes cuz we put that view

He ain't give a fuck about you

One of the few, beyond any perfect view.

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you