This is a song about "Finding success"

My success is lifting your eyelids/

And now your best friend's having kids

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm hoping i confess

Tryna fuck this, no success

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

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

And everything since then been a success

Carefree i don’t need the stress

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

And it rules everything around them