This is a song about "Cia watching me"

I want your last thoughts to be me, sitting on your couch watching glee

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

I think somebody's watching over me

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

And my grannie in the sky watching over me while

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

The cia introduced the cocaine, it was crooked rough,

Knocking one off whilst his own mother is watching.

While them bitches always gossip, she busy going shopping

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Watching me sober cautiously, leftover blood drips an drips