This is a song about "Believe what you see"

And to survive is to believe in what you say,

And talking shit we gon' party all day

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

And what you see is what you get

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

And don't even realize what you did, 'cause believe me you

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

You dont see what you do to me

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Tries and tries despite what you believe

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Boy, you won't believe what i withstood