This is a song about "Find"

To my unborn child

(x2)there is no art to find

Hard to find like a *pause*

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Where constellations collide and where telescopes can't find,

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

But i think you will find

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Reckoned every second to find..

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

For that paper, i'mma grind

(x2)there is no art to find

You can search but you'll never find

A million nasty things went through my mind