This is a song about "Stare at me"

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

All these bitches stop and stare

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Who won't make it into heaven so they stare at the gates

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

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

It's obvious i'm crazy

Got the police bustin' at me/

The boa know they loving the crew

Now look at me than look at you

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Sometimes i just sit back relax and stare at the skies

But all you do is stare at me

Don't worry bout a thang baby