This is a song about "Finding success"

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

And everything since then been a success

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

All sad down cause he has no success

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

They hate on calipari, but i never seen the problem

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Success is best/unless the stress

Spending her time with him i guess

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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