This is a song about "Finding success"

Sweet, okay makes sense

Tryna fuck this, no success

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Just for the slightest chance at success,

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

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

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

My potential for success, is incredible

#don's #key to shoddy success?

Baby i’mma mess, mess