This is a song about "Finding peace"

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

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

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

You make a nigga sing songs nice

And you'll leave in one peace

I'm sharper than shark teeth

Yeah i tell ya that’s peace

Let my angel sing

Finding that silver lining

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

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

Just know that i'm always

All i ask, rest in peace