This is a song about "Finding witnesses"

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

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

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

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

I share rhyme in the sewer

Witnesses say he was the shooter.

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Getting rid or witnesses paying attention

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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