This is a song about "Lokk at me now"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Look at me now, shit. i'm about to clean house with

But look at me now, cover of billboard magazine, bitches scream wow, this nigga must have cream,

I kill em all slowly so i can hear them clearly, as they scream wishing it was all a dream,

And now look at us, now who's come the farthest?/

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Drive them to insanity, now this haters made at me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

Only bout 5. look at me now tho, im kinda fly tho.

But now i don't feel at all

These joints here not found at the mall

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Now i ain't actually droppin' panties but you don't have to be mad at me