This is a song about "Trying to find a way back home"

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

From the womb, my newborn child

Find a way to rewind

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

If only i could find a way to go out with a bang

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Trying to find some friends

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

A bit of fame is what im trying to find,so i can sit back and take a pill,

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

No way out, u trying to find out what to do

I'm steady trying' to find the motive

So i guess that's where i hide my things