This is a song about "Look on"

Ill send hobbs on your ass to make you look foolish

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Timmy got his bike stole

Man, look at these rhymes, i'm on a roll!

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Go on the dark streets alone never look back.

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack