This is a song about "Staring contest"

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

Now we must stand tall

Staring at the crystal ball

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

S.w.a.t sick a hound on me for peeps and staring

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

But i won't promise for the longest it's been a tough contest

You caught me staring at your chest,

Hold up yea we the best

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

There ain't no stopping this, it is no contest

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt