This is a song about "Make you see"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future but through whatever you see

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

See your shit dont make sense you best repent

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

I really love my miami crew

See you, touch you, hear you

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I got a confession to make,but see

It's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

Make you go cockeyed see like popeye,

When i'm low, she take me high

He would make sure i wouldn't be able to see

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Walked with you to class, just tryna make you see

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three