This is a song about "Finding turth"

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

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

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

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

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

In the corner just laying by the store selling beers

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears