This is a song about "Finding the right"

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Who has the right to reign,

Followed the path of right

Jt: no one to hold her tight

Talk sharp like a razor blade

I'm right in the mind state

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

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

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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