This is a song about "Find you"

You find good chemistry.

Off of your melody

You gonna find yourself in a burial mound,

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

None like you we'll ever find

Like the kind you find on cigarette packs

If i don't make that man there dance

I don't understand why you find it absurd

That we picked up at the last concert

Who knows what you'll find if you enter

Charlie tango, ready for whatever

Smokin and relaxin is where you might find us (find us)

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus