This is a song about "Finding yourself"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

You're just hand clapping for yourself

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself