This is a song about "How bad you look"

You got reason to brag

That affected you so bad

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I rather rap without ya seeing how i look

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Look at these rappers how i rip em/

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Little girl show me how you twirl, look at the news girl, no ones. looking