This is a song about "Look down at the world at a birds eye view"

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Look at that mess look out the window

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Look at the paint on the cart (cart)

I wish i could have 25 wives

The world seems strange at times

"what a nuisance!" look at the newsprint

We bring on horror like tales from the crypt

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

I sit and dont say a word i just look down at my blouse

Before we see it's hard to live

The world seems strange at times

But then i look at you and i saw the view

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

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine