This is a song about "Looking back"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

Looking through her soul looking really black

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bill's, cops looking for us

Not looking back at the fact that i quit rap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

I'm looking at you yeah girl, you're kinda tooken back by

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away looking back hoping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Looking for solvency

And now that i’m getting money