This is a song about "Seeing everything"

Bitch, money is everything

And this will be the song that we sing

I'm my own human being and i wish you could be seeing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Fuckin everyone, and fuckin everything

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Bawled my fucking eyes out and i dont think that im seeing/

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Seeing trippy colours people giving us weird looks

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

She can make a pimp fall in love

Got racks you don’t understand

Seeing ghosts from the past

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Im tired of seeing all these couldve beens