This is a song about "Finding youself"

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

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

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,

Choose the smoothest truest bleakest speechless out of reach

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

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

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

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day