This is a song about "Dumb search"

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb

But she'll just call me dumb

Hoes row got beans in them

I pray to god and search around, screaming, "someone save me",

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

Then began a search for a job of which i was able,

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Search were you cant see deep down inside

Over me the same peeps that have died

Get yours; you know what this about

Good people search them out

On a search for inspiration

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win