This is a song about "Look at diss"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Look at you acting unashamed

And not a copy

Just look at my good body

Something worth dying for

Look at me like mouth flapper

And its simple as that baby

When i look back at me

I take a look at myself then take a look at her clothes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

How you hold in emotion

Don't look at me look to him

And mine somewhere bout mars

Imma look at the stars,

Finish line with the tire marks

Stop and look at the charts,