This is a song about "Looking ahead"

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Fucking up threads cause i'm miles ahead

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

You can go ahead and spite

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

So before you post better think ahead,

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

I'm only 21 i got my hole life ahead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I'm ahead of the racist

And you know my drift