This is a song about "Hard to find"

It's hard to find sin in one of your kin

With a little bit of passion

I'm readin your shit d, and rhymes are real hard to find

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Knowing you trying to hard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Pay my haters not too much mind

But grub was gettin harder to find

I find it hard to open up my eyes

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

I scream at night for someone to find

And relax you mind

Should not be hard to find

It's hard to find good honest work that pays in the streets,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams