This is a song about "I looked up to you"

Than i looked like ya dime, cuz you went 'n spreading

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I looked to the skies with my eyes for answers realizing i was fed lies my whole life

I just told them you looked at that reflective microwave

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,

Those i looked up to on tv, right now they're beneath me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

D-low where's the trigger, i'll let this bullet play hero.. bang

Ball in hand, with callin stands, i looked at you and never saw a man

If i tell you to shut the fuck up

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club