This is a song about "See one le"

(ball so hard) let’s get faded, le meurice for like 6 days

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

You were the one that always made me see.

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

You see its one of my habits

Cause we been off them slave ships

Im the only one that can see the true art inside you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

I have those scars on my wrist that no one could see

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

A young one that shows bravery i see

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Returning one more time to see hip-hop burning/