This is a song about "Looks"

Everyone looks over, a proofreader glance

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

He looks down on her, with no hate

We both teenagers with the same mind state

She leave her hair on the floor

Because she has looks to die for,

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Compared to anyones rap looks like you slacked,

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

So i banged for a minute

That fat ass looks juicy and round

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground