This is a song about "Find me"

Straight from my mind, you won't find a dictionary next to me

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Every alley find me wasted hung, yo i'm fairly young

Lucky seven probably poppa

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Eventuality to find a cure for me,

Trying to find god but he always seems to hide from me

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Look up at the sky, tell me, what do you find?

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Some one jumps out to the bushes to find me