This is a song about "Finding true love"

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

It always lasts, forever true.

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

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Weak asses, need glasses cause they're finding their feet!

I can always go home and look down my street

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

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

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one