This is a song about "Finding your voicew"

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

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

Not one j got a pair or more

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Finding that silver lining

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

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks