This is a song about "Finding hope again"

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

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

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Hope all over again, we can't start

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem