This is a song about "Look on"

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Ill send hobbs on your ass to make you look foolish

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

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Motherfuckers look at me, she twerkin all on me,

That it remembers the look on your face

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave