This is a song about "To hear you smile"

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

To me and as a banshee you better hear you see

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

And i am trying to hear what you wanting to say

You want to hear a poem? i made it for you,

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Pack it up cuz you bout to hear a rebelz yell.

Fuck a tape, fuck your broad

I'll be the last to hear you talk,

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Cause my lyrics are like miracles to you ears you hear me?

But even when i see you smile,

That it's been awhile

Why we gotta argue

Patience child. i smile upon you.