This is a song about "Finding the right"

Let's have a toast for this new love

But can't find the right purchase

All you niggas die

Hopin hes the right guy

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

Cause u know that this my jam

Right car with the wrong thang

Parking lot of the blue flame

Who has the right to reign,

These shows be packing tight

Most people wait till the time's right

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Right inside of the imprinted wrap