This is a song about "Finding success"

Knocking success in my chest hoe

But now the dough like kaiser bro

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Hard to move on when you always regret one

My success is lifting your eyelids/

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

#don's #key to shoddy success?

I'm on deck i'm up next

Tryna fuck this, no success

I'm hoping i confess