This is a song about "Hot looking krista"

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

And there's no way i can pay you back

Looking through her soul looking really black

It ain't where i been

Looking for reception

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

I'm falling from god and it's hot

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

What them tippers don't see

Looking for solvency