This is a song about "Finding happiness"

Part of me jumps with happiness but the other stays confused

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

That her happiness was slain in plain sight

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way