This is a song about "Finding your voicew"

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Why not me the same thing

Finding that silver lining

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

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

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

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