This is a song about "Look at all my niggas"

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

That cellphone that i bought

Then look at all the game i got

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

You all look at me like i have not a clue

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Look at my report card, it is apparent

Look at all the hoes you losing

And this will be the song that we sing

Look at my druggy history, i play no trickery guaranteed,

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Look at my gallery , those who i've challenge are all victims of battery, and forget

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

Look at all this money, ain't that some shit

Look in the scope, my people still a target