This is a song about "All seeing"

Seeing ghosts from the past

Got racks you don’t understand

Seeing trippy colours people giving us weird looks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

You start seeing they long face like horses

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm my own human being and i wish you could be seeing

We're seeing no improvement either/

And the deeper that mean she get the sweeter

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Police'll retreat when seeing me primed and gleeful

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil