This is a song about "Finding witnesses"

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Like this rotten candy beat with biggie smalls speech

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

I'm tapping like jehovah's witnesses, spit these raps, pack 'em in,

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

But, tomorrow's uncertainty promotes the urgency in this shit i'mma say

Getting rid or witnesses paying attention

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I'ma kill the flow and invite witnesses

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears