This is a song about "Finding myself"

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

And if you pay for that yourself

Gimme a chance to pick myself

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

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

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

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

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

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