This is a song about "Look on"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Who look down on the common people and spit in they faces,

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Look like james vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,

When i was starving now it's payback

Go on the dark streets alone never look back.

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I have the knowledge you can't look up on wikis

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

Early adapters agree they all late