This is a song about "Finding a girl"

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Guess they ran out of options

Haven't been with a girl since/

Bet i'm heavy with that

That a girl really wanted

Just a skinny white girl,

And he, what's his name, earl

Got your girl in a submission

Girl listen, trying to position

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears