This is a song about "Finding youself"

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

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

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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