This is a song about "Look on"

Look b**** don't speak on my kid again,

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I rap fast avoid the haters and look good on my tracks

Motherfuckers look at me, she twerkin all on me,

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

I look down on you and you look up to me.

Third ward general, young cash money