This is a song about "Tito looks like a fucking frito"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

It looks like the ghetto has us beat

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Looks like i'm burning in hell without ya

To liberate yourselves, africa

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Looks a little like mud!

I thought it'd get better but

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit

I'm doing shit i never might of did

Using multiple syllables a minute it looks like i'm spitting to the limit

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit