This is a song about "Finding true love"

The one that tells you my love is true

Hey now got a thing for you

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

How we met was destiny, our love is honestly true.

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance