This is a song about "See one lee"

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I want to fight the music on this one

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

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

You were the one that always made me see.

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

A young one that shows bravery i see

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free