This is a song about "Hear i go"

My mind recieves everything i hear,

I figured out that it don't matter for real

I hear em talkin bout me bret

If your man want to bet

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

When people read my shit they go insane, when they hear yours they yawn

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

I can hear the cops come

I don't see a problem

All i hear is "whered he go"

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Suddenly i hear my m16 scream