This is a song about "Stare at me"

All these bitches stop and stare

Three town homes in delaware

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Sometimes i just sit back relax and stare at the skies

Like someone starin at me

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

But folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding mac 10’s,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

But all you do is stare at me

Trying to catch me riding dirty

My slight fo's just talk dirty

You still smile at me, wave at me

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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