This is a song about "Stare"

Throw your gun in tha air

Giving nigers my stank eye stare

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Stare into the mic and realize i have just won,

When they really don't care but just stare and they glare

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Wake up vexed stare at the stairs

And they can't help but stare, cause

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Sometimes i just sit back relax and stare at the skies

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice