This is a song about "Finding yourself"

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Finding that silver lining

In my drawsring, ring, ring

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem