This is a song about "Find"

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Its cold as shit in this booth

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

None like you we'll ever find

I'm the best that you could find

I got a lot on my mind

Mindlessly trying to find finer seeds,

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

But grub was gettin harder to find

Making things hard to find

Now walk to it with your land mind

This is to my unborn child

You can search but you'll never find