This is a song about "Just looking for love"

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Nigga so focused, shout out that ? a quarter six forty

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

Looking for something more,

They fiend in the door

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Always looking for trouble

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Looking for cops behind my back

Still looking for his eyes

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

No room for love, just consumed by hate

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Our love for each other was about to just about too expire

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile