This is a song about "Finding youself"

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

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

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

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

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Finding that silver lining

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

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