This is a song about "See one le"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

No one understands me, see i'm meant to destruct

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

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Don't see that shit bout you, you got one fan

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

You won't see tims and huns bouncing to one rhythm

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

These chalance give me balance

You see its one of my habits

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

I got those scars in my wrist that no one could see.