This is a song about "Someone finding something i hid from them"

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Even if he listened and hid, i would of found

I heard something from the back, damn girl why are you screaming

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Know it good when she go no hands

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

After party crib full of broads all naked

I started to tear up, i ran away and hid

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Remainers; talking i need help with finding my way home