This is a song about "Finding happiness"

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

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

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

That her happiness was slain in plain sight

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

They wanted me to have happiness, but happiness never came around.

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

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