This is a song about "Not looking down"

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

You not looking like the man i ones knew

I'm looking down the atmosphere

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Now this time not looking back cos i know you got scraped

Looking down the atmosphere

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I'm looking down on the atmosphere

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'm looking not to end our lives as little fuckin' ditch diggers,

Looking down there he was, plumped down on his rump

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government