This is a song about "Your look"

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

Your eyes like a maze i look into/

That ain't a typo look at your size maestro you psycho

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Aint my fault your fans find you shit sleepy now look

Look motherfucker, won't you follow your temptation,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Your girl look like she need to chill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

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

Look inside of my light find hope and maybe just quit, look inside of your

And never look back to your foolish days

They say that i never cease to amaze