This is a song about "Gifted elusive uncertain searching"

It wasn't working n' life he kept on searching,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Searching for all the voices

I found the one ive been searching for,

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

They're searching with the hunger for more

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

I'm sounding, like i'm whining, my wiring is twisted, my styling is gifted

Yo everybody in the game knows that i'm lyrically gifted,

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit