This is a song about "Finding the right"

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

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

I can smell it when i go outside

Thinking why did they have the right.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

How to produce, with the right things in the right key

You seem to be getting lost right now, your an insult to finding nemo though.

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Walked up and started to creep behind her, you reached within her reach

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

Got tired of running from the police

Finding nemo in this bitches reef