This is a song about "Lookin nice"

I gotta teach hoes

Lookin out the plane windows

Hey, lookin' boy, what you say lookin' boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I'mma drop you off home quickly

I was lookin' through a charity

And ma futures lookin bright now

Bitches ain't around one thou

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

And i pray that never change

And have you lookin foolish

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Prove that if you were half as nice

Bring the battering ram where you live

So many of you can think you're nice,

I need a backyard full court size