This is a song about "I wanna see you"

You wanna see my math notebook, you see lining bar plans

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

So i wanna see what kinda fucked up shit is in yours

I don't share im greedy. call me selfish. bitch you don't wanna see me.

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Cause what i wanna say, is i wanna slap you stupid bitches,

I wanna see you smile and peek into your soul but its darker than night

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

If yal scared of the pad, you dont wanna see the pen,

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

But you just wanna see screaming, working with a broken back,