This is a song about "Stare at me"

You still smile at me, wave at me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

No medal here, i'm well aware

All these bitches stop and stare

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

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

But all you do is stare at me

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

"smells like dope" they'd tell me, i'd just stare at them zoned out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

That's game bitch, ain't shit

So i stare right back at it

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

He better stare down at his watch and nod as his airplane stops