This is a song about "Finding hope again"

I'll dab again again again

Car seats got screens in them

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Hope all over again, we can't start

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I hope we meet again.

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Hard to move on when you always regret one

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem