This is a song about "Lookin good"

I'm crouched, lookin for his sprouse.

From the projects to the penthouse

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Lookin' back now, you were a fuckin' mistake,

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Lookin up the gods everynight and day

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

For now everything just seem so right

Lookin in them papers im like