This is a song about "Finding witnesses"

I'ma kill the flow and invite witnesses

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

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

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

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

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Witnesses say he was the shooter.