This is a song about "I look for your love"

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Your eyes like a maze i look into/

And if i do go you better come through

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

I need your love like plants need rain,

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

Cos you're that one part that i love, look a dove, hear? it's getting near

Lost your phone? go look for it in the stack!

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Hit the club she drop it low

I look in your eyes, oh,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I feel your love reeling me n your temple surely caught me,