This is a song about "Take a look at what i love rap"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I go outside and take a look,

You look at me funny or i even get a hunch

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Under love. for fourteen this is what a man should look like.

Take a closer look at me, maybe you'll see

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

I take a look at myself then take a look at her clothes

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Look at the scoreboard, its love scorin'

The race war, when it's us against all of them

I take a look at the floor, and then i hear the door

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

But its real look at today , look at what you portray,