This is a song about "Finding 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 you're not happy well then let me hear your voice

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

Grow up and let out your voice,

Simply out of this world by choice

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

Slowly cut your voice box, so your screams will get quiet ha

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

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

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

To all the frauds stop faking, relax