This is a song about "Lookin ass"

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Lookin in them papers im like

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

Little gay lookin' boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

I was lookin' through a charity

Summertime in the city

And ma futures lookin bright now

Bitches ain't around one thou

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

You are lookin a little sad,

When i pull up in that candy range

Fuck, she already lookin strange,