This is a song about "Stare at him ask me"

- ask him where the bread or he dead... presidents

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

So try to stare at the sky, i'll be smiling at you, bitch...

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

"god, he's whack," they stare at me like a zombie pack,

I don't know why don't you ask him baby

You a lady boss, now you fly free

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Malaria, and when you challenge 'em, they'll stare at ya,

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

When she looked we pretended to stare at the floor

But we should be body to body

But all you do is stare at me