This is a song about "Looking for me"

Looking up, waiting for the right sign

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Here man, let me drink some of your beer for you, its looking a little foamy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Looking for something more,

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Says he's looking for the right one

They had a hell of a run

Looking these broke niggas under me

Now i can draw your face up pretty

I'm not looking for a label to sign me,

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

But i’m just looking out for me

I need a backyard full court size

Still looking for his eyes