This is a song about "Finding someone better"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Looking at someone who hoops

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

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

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

Someone blow the whistle,

Lady at the frank stand will