This is a song about "Findin"

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

These pepo, but talk bad, you gon get lost, findin nemo.

Findin my groove, time to choose what path to take, what i have at stake

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

All the pain inside, i'm findin' that my mind is gone, vacant

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Im just a dumby who doesn't care, people findin my whole persona so hard to bare

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust