This is a song about "Finding the median"

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Know it good when she go no hands

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

The bigger the the fun

I told him get his 9 and run

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines