This is a song about "Where are you"

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it

Let my angel sing

Where the kids are raving

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Where most people are poor and uneducated,

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

That the skies are where you'll find me, you'd be elated

Where are you its not reality

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Run the other way screaming "where are you jason"