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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

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

Ask me to make him talk im make the prick sing

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

You still stare at frozen juice cans, cause they say concentrate.

Wake up vexed stare at the stairs

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Ask me why ? i can't lie/

And only scare the pee out of you with my mystical fluids i made for you cause,

I say hello say hi for me to othello, can you ask him why america has fell off

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Look me in the eye asshole not with that ran off stare

And all women who had light features, see

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