This is a song about "Look for"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Run and hide and look for a cop

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

And for that i never look back but upon forward

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

The threat the comes towards me as i look for success

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

Under love. for fourteen this is what a man should look like.

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side