This is a song about "Clues to find something i hid from someone"

Only when i've come this far from the grind do i find

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Got so lit thought i was a kid and hid it; didn't want santa to see

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Time to go find someone new

What preceded was the clue

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night

Constantly mashing the 'generate verse' button to try and find something right

I just want someone to listen

They say that karats help your vision

I fucking held your hand to let you say you had someone

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated

Cause i saw the positive on the stick you hid

If you were try'n to find someone to rap,i dont give a fuck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck