This is a song about "Good lookin"

Well, i can handle that

You are lookin a little sad,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And have you lookin foolish

Now whose lookin' and whose smilin'//

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Im lookin at her face

Give players plenty space

Was last year, lookin all clammy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And ma futures lookin bright now

Bitches ain't around one thou

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Third ward general, young cash money

And when ya lookin may see me