This is a song about "Finding home"

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

My talent should take me places i've never been

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Weak asses, need glasses cause they're finding their feet!

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Choose the smoothest truest bleakest speechless out of reach

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

U never being home,

Music that y'all condone

If u wanna get home

Please sugar don't come alone

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines