This is a song about "Finding home"

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

You're the corner stone

And i'ma call it my home

He been waiting for his connection to come

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

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

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

If u wanna get home

So i guess you think you grown

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines