This is a song about "Can t find any"

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

I can freestyle any time and i'm a quick writer

Any evidence for the police to find

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

Cos any mother fucker can save a life

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Any future we can weave, and if we leave

To see who gets my voice,to see what they can find,

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one