This is a song about "Finding love"

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

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

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

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

I really tried to show love

And what i done just ain't enough

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

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

Or know them testament verses

She's every love song that i love singing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Love rapping love sneakers above those