This is a song about "Could hear"

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

But if i could just hear from god and be touched

You don't mean that, you faggot

He wanted me to hear it.

But they don't hear you though

Your girlfriend want to follow

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Every one of her sons must hear

All of the hair from out my hear

She told me erything is real

See you, touch you, hear you

Cause when i make this stew

Little white boy, shoutout mac miller

I don't hear a peep i won't hear a whisper