This is a song about "Find out"

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

I've got so many monsters in my head they had to find a way out

I'm becoming a renegade of what i'm about, nearing what i feared about...

It burns inside everytime i rhyme but i find there's no way out (no way out)

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

I just sit in my mind trying to find out what's my purpose

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

So freak out cause you'll find me everywhere

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

But i guess you think that i wasnt gunna find out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Trying to undermine my efforts, let's find out/

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

If only i could find a way to go out with a bang