This is a song about "Find"

(x2)there is no art to find

Better leave it all behind

Soldiers lost their mind

I'm the best that you could find

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

(x2)there is no art to find

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

I'm on my grind

Making things hard to find

For that paper, i'mma grind

Reckoned every second to find..

Jimmy back me, child

None like you we'll ever find

My own soul i can't find

Fine young man with an old man mind