This is a song about "Good looking"

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

With everyone on ere looking curious,

I'm still looking for what's mine

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Looking for solvency

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

I'm looking down the atmosphere

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Looking for reception

Looking in my eyes, i'm looking through your eyes

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Looking through her soul looking really black