This is a song about "Stop looking at my mom"

Looking classy at the same time,

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I sit in my desk looking at this white pad

No tats dey for my arm

My mom, it was the bomb,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Will stop their looking eternally.

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Huh, looking at him you wouldn’t think,

Yeah i ain't done

Looking at these women

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Oh lady, stop being so shady you're looking like a crybaby

At the age of 12 my mom couldnt handle me, threatened to have me confined

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind