This is a song about "Finding witnesses"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Witnesses say he was the shooter.

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

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

As: my dad can’t satisfy her in the bedroom ever since he passed away

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

I left no witnesses what else could i do