This is a song about "Sam look at you"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Now look at me than look at you

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Doesn't anybody even comment? look at props that you got,

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Bro look at your face its a disgrace, to humanity, you look like you hit third

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

Now look at you vicious to the end.

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

When i look at you, you're something i frown upon?

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Look at you acting unashamed