This is a song about "Look"

Now i can draw your face up pretty

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

This bag is from seattle

As ya look into my barrel,

Refused to look into the skies

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I look like a winner, yo can look but don't stare

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

My bitches fuck me good

Too damn attractive, just look!

Yea dont look down look up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

But i always look back

You got reason to brag

Look at you acting unashamed

Look, just remember how that winning taste