This is a song about "Finding yourself"

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

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

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

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

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

After lebron, i'm what's next

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Like when you shot yourself

Wish i could shed all these tears

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home