This is a song about "Looking up lyrics"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

My lyrics are ill to the max that's why they've thrown up,

Chop you up with my lyrics you fear it, i'm army strong

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Everyone stands up looking out the window urged to get off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

To keep up with the same pace 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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ramos and ban hoes a hip hop giant, leave you lying , dying , looking up to me

But when i throw the switch, your lyrics will never match up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Sooner, later im a hater looking down on the lyrics on the paper.

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later