This is a song about "Staring contest"

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

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Actions speak louder than words

Staring at our figures

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Staring at the physical evidence of my pain

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

My conquest keeps me dissin, this shit just isn't a contest

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

It's not even a contest like exhibition game,

To this day, the game, will never be the same