This is a song about "Finding true love"

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

It always lasts, forever true.

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

And all the shit you went through

Assuring lines were true

But dat shit aint true, i love a rainy day.

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home