This is a song about "Look for"

Gun metal twenty-ten challenger

Caught in the crossfire look for cover

Remember we look out for each other,

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

I ain't running for nothing / quick don't look back

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

And starting to look out more for our brothers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

That desperate look in your eyes lets me know for sure this

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

The threat the comes towards me as i look for success