This is a song about "Findin"

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

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

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

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk