This is a song about "A rolemodel to look up to"

I look down on you and you look up to me.

It's no longer a new jack city

I wuld still find you in ur dreams, askin you to look up to the sky/

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

To dictate how to look,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I have four brothers that look up to me

I used to look up to you

South beach fountain blue

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

To my fans i say look up to the sky.

I look up to randy, great, 420, lucifer, justin too

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew