This is a song about "Looking back"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Looking back it's an infection life's a miss perception -all lies-

Looking like osama,

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

Not looking back ever

Say bye bye to her

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Many chances are given; looking back many see what they should,

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Tones of foreigners, hecklers looking back/

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And looking back at all the shit, that seems so fucking crazy,