This is a song about "Saw shit"

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I saw everything i saw the look in your eye

But i saw a fucking butterfly

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Intendent attend them, cool cause

I saw you in the room jerkin' off

Cutting shit up i got a tucked saw zaw what the fucks up law dog

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

I saw you from a distance

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

It's just textbook stuff

But i saw this enough

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Crime? we saw that shit increase, hardly knew for several years,