This is a song about "Find"

Reckoned every second to find..

Fine young man with an old man mind

Hard to find like a *pause*

Please hold your applause

Uh, this what's been on my mind

But grub was gettin harder to find

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Zero options to choose

For that paper, i'mma grind

But i think you will find

But i just wanna make love to your mind

(acapella)there is no art to find

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

Any evidence for the police to find

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,