This is a song about "On the lookout"

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

"hurry up, the cams on,

New message from mom

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Please sugar don't come alone

Choked the one on the throne

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Back on the path where i was at on the crossroads,

Pay dues like a hair salon

Light the way, lead us on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

' alright, already, the show goes on