This is a song about "Let me see"

For real, a nigga ill

So let me shout my thrill

Let my temper get me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

So i write this song to let you see,

But just let me be me

Please boo what's your size crazy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

So let me murder this phony

Get on your knees,let me see how you get weak

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that