This is a song about "Finding the one"

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Really could be the best one.

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

One day ill hit the charts, be top ranked, number one

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

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

I'm not the only one

Hold on you can see my vision

Finding that silver lining

Frightening, so fucking frightening