This is a song about "Staring at you"

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

Staring at her puzzled , their eyes cemented ...on her

Staring at the crystal ball

Now we must stand tall

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

It's shocking how im staring straight at a empty plate but i stay committed

You caught me staring at your chest,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I'll have the wizard buried in a jungle staring at the night sky crying like why