This is a song about "Staring contest"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Whenever i try to contest people, they say i'm the best,

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

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

Man, i don't get it. why you gotta try and contest me,

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone