This is a song about "Finding the right"

Tackling! right there on your instruments playing! right there on the track

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Thinking why did they have the right.

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

And who gave em the right?

Jungle fever for the night

And getting money is the song i sing

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

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

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

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

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away