This is a song about "Finding yourself"

Then you ished yourself

Sweet, okay makes sense

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Because man you better get writing, but there is still a feeling i'm finding

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

Roll up niggas be like sex

Your better off shootin yourself

But, we must persevere, just believe in yourself

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,

I'm on deck i'm up next