This is a song about "Wearing glasses"

Stop thinking of asses bitch you need some glasses,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

These shows be packing tight

No glasses, love at first sight

Peter parker flow, no glasses

Because your pops wasn't anxious

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

It's hinted, and my glasses were tinted

Wearing all the finest flair

Might as well prepare

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Everything lucid thru these glasses

Wearing dreadlocks looking more a rogue

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke