This is a song about "Finding"

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

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

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

Finding nemo in this bitches reef

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

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

In the hopes of gettin' lucky and finding a way

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

These days are numbered, so i'm finding different ways to repel 'em,