This is a song about "Find out"

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

'cuz i can't live to find out what that motherfuckin' future holds

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

So freak out cause you'll find me everywhere

Shows to do, got record to sell

Cause i'd be damned if i find out you receiving abusive head

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

I can find out things about you you'll never know

But i guess you think that i wasnt gunna find out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

No way out, u trying to find out what to do