This is a song about "Seeing things"

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Where ma props at? cuz ain't seeing shit

I would do awful awful things

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

And brutally doing things

I only got four minutes

Seeing ghosts from the past

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Fake niggas i plan on seeing less of

Spitting things inefficiently?

They say nothings ever free

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Im tired of seeing all these couldve beens