This is a song about "See you"

It all makes sense you see?

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I've been sick along time you see

See you, touch you, hear you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I've got some skill you has to see

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Don't fuck around and make it true

But, see if i like you

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'd of anything to make you see

Can you see what i see? can you be like me?

The good kid from the ugly city

See i thought i knew you,

And word i blew off herb i grew