This is a song about "Stop and stare"

All your friends will stare and drool

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Ever since then i had no job

And kendrick, you might as well stop

They burn on every block

Pleading and begging for me to stop.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

When i declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing

I wish the voices would stop and stop

Curl up like big worm when i drop

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Stare into the mic and realize i have just won,

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

No medal here, i'm well aware