This is a song about "Looking out"

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Ill be out there looking for ya

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

He's flapping by the mouth, he's looking to get shot or knocked out,

As your family dies, and my family rise

Looking in my eyes, i'm looking through your eyes

Looking for solvency

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

They say my own shadow is out looking for trouble,

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,

It's late and you stuck in my basement

There’s no looking out, got cut,