This is a song about "Finding your voice"

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

This amazing voice within your choice to check or fold.

Hearin your voice makes my heart swell

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Grow up and let out your voice,

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome