This is a song about "Good looking"

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

I used to be the most humble until

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

Who did it before

Looking for something more,

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Looking for reception

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

That's all they say looking boy

And when things start looking good again

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them