This is a song about "Looking at time"

Thought i was looking at the right signs

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Huh, looking at him you wouldn’t think,

And i'm just being honest

Looking at a fat man's dick/

You just do your thing chick

Take each day at a time,

Westside, bitch i run mine

Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

When im at front im looking at her cleavage,

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Now this time not looking back cos i know you got scraped

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

And now these hoes are on my line

And at the exact same time