This is a song about "Finding hope again"

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

I hope to see your face again but til then here's the last line

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights