This is a song about "Finding happiness"

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Finding that silver lining

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I wanted happiness but happiness never came

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne