This is a song about "Finding skids in your underware vegetation"

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

But, tomorrow's uncertainty promotes the urgency in this shit i'mma say

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

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

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

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

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

Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines