This is a song about "Watching firworks"

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I think somebody's watching over me

After watching u my eyes simultaneously glowed

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Watchers are everywhere so who's watching cops?.

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

In this game it ain't the fame, ‘cuz i've been patiently watching,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I’m way harder than the concrete

I loved watching her when she would sleep.