This is a song about "I see my life looking through the rearview"

See the third eye through my eyes no doubt

There must be another route, way out

I wont commit suicide, ill see my plans through,

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size

Looking through the window from my cold floored garage

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

Carol city or was it the west

Finesse, success through the life stress mics i blessed