This is a song about "Finding life"

It's no wonder that you have trouble finding rhymes,

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

But i'm finding grinding isn't quite like reclining

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Life, i just want to see my wife again. so, life, life, life

Weak asses, need glasses cause they're finding their feet!

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

You seem to be getting lost right now, your an insult to finding nemo though.

I hope that you're finding it better than some kinda redder heinz

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach

Dont look at this as a preech .. look at it as a speech/