This is a song about "Finding home"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Without the sound of guns

Runnin home invasions

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

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

Finding that silver lining

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my