This is a song about "Observe"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

That i serve,and look at everything as i observe,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

I can't wait to be carried out in hearse or the reverse so please observe

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Observe as i swerve towards her in corvettes

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom