This is a song about "Finding witnesses"

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Almost like finding all marshmallows in a box of lucky charms cereal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

Momma can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callingbrenda wants to run away

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Getting rid or witnesses paying attention