This is a song about "I hope you can find me"

I don't know what you bitches can hope to prove

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Area you can find, cause when i get inside

You can find me at the exit, you're right, my left

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Let me rest where you lay until i can find my way,

Hoe i'm dope and i hope you done heard of me

So while the world goes drake crazy

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.

I mean look at me, i can't even find hope"

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

And if i ever find i hope it'll be worth it