This is a song about "You ll see"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

You ll still be a prize winner

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

Through these opticals see you//

And all the shit you went through

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Looking at your money

But y can't you fucking see