This is a song about "Wearing glasses"

Stop thinking of asses bitch you need some glasses,

Together all the timethought it was true love

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

One way glasses mirrors

That's why i here whispers

Then i said i had enough

I got glasses to see stuff,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Raising glasses as we waste our years up,

I don't need to see with glasses

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Rub the wood and ima show em love

My goal's for my raps to serve as glasses

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Kicked everyones asses, now i can see with no glasses