This is a song about "Finding youself"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

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

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

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

You seem to be getting lost right now, your an insult to finding nemo though.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips