This is a song about "Look on"

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Go on the dark streets alone never look back.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Motherfuckers look at me, she twerkin all on me,

Like being garbage some type of disease

I don't go on walks just to look at trees.

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

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Ill send hobbs on your ass to make you look foolish