This is a song about "Look at her"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Imma look at the stars,

Look at that mess look out the window

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

Look at my daughter's face

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Tire marks, tire marks

Stop and look at the charts,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Look at you acting unashamed

You already are caged

Look at her figuer, i could never win her, fuck i need to get those digits,

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