This is a song about "Findin"

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

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

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

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

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade