This is a song about "Finding the right"

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

New school, old school outside

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

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

I get my paper, y'all just hate

I'm right in the mind state

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

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Followed the path of right

On that red-eyed kush flight

Finding that silver lining

Don't want to be the king

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row