This is a song about "Finding gorillas"

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights