This is a song about "Finding someone"

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

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

Smoking weed out in london

That i'll be noticed by someone

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Before your roll get popped

Sadly someone i knew payed cost

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

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

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence