This is a song about "Looking out for me"

Started looking for his son and found him on roadside and cried out bitterly

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

You didnt notice me looking so i kept walking out of the doorway

Money i make em buck

There’s no looking out, got cut,

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

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

But its trouble that’s looking for me.

Than the muse of a family

Looking for reception

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,