This is a song about "Being good looking"

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I ask you what's so good about being a king,

And getting money is the song i sing

I'm stuck with that

Fuck being counterfeit

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I hate being in court, looking at the attorney

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Just looking to get groomed by niggas who's good at this

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

It ain't hard to make money

Looking for solvency

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Is being slowly filled out, rappers not wack but not good,