This is a song about "She looked good"

I finally spat it out i love will you be my girlfriend, she looked into my eyes and cried for a few,

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Girl, have some self respect, i treat my bitches good, she be soaking wet

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

No corny chorus is good enough for us while she passes through

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

She went an hopped on it.....it made her feel good like a compliment,

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

But it didn't matter, she was a good as dead.

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Good girls going bad, i'm the dude she fuck but she don't introduce me to dad

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

She cries reminiscing on the good times