This is a song about "Seem"

Care about, but i can't seem to forget

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Honeys talk a lot, but you're not what you seem

Venomously, unpleasantly i seem to have a tendency

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Get yours; you know what this about

Seem quiet but all they do is shout

Even depict scenes that seem pornographic

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

If there’s a shining star

Two white cups and i got that drank

Doesn't seem to understand/

Yet i must be a monster for i seem not seem to care

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air