This is a song about "She looks like a professional"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Than the sky and make it fall. at sunset so it looks like a fireball.

Had a stroke, suffers high blood pressure, and looks like she doesn't eat

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

They all say it looks like i'm in a cliche rerun.

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

Not a dream looks like fear took it's toll.

Cut skin when it's soft, she looks like cabbage patch kids,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Looks like he wasn't in a good mood

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Smokin' weed like i'm a rastafarian professional

My book case looks like a psych. room

I'm not moving like a cartoon