This is a song about "Looking fillipinian african and indian"

I started from the bottom and i made it looking

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

And when things start looking good again

You a african, racial segregation call it apartheid

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And i kno yuu looking down

The baddest in town

Keep the glamor and glitz not looking to make the cash hits,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

And take place looking boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none