This is a song about "Staring acroos the room"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Rappers talking fingers on the trigger claiming hard staring in the mirror

Im staring death straight in the face

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

I'm staring, out my blinds, into the night sky

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

Staring at the brother i never said goodbye to,

Staring at the night sky like don't you look into that light

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Staring in the mirror i wipe the tears from my eyes

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/