This is a song about "Finding yourself"

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

I'm on deck i'm up next

Like when you shot yourself

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining