This is a song about "Looking for the truth"

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

The forest looking for those pearly gates.

Says he's looking for the right one

Cold, my style making my nose run

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Yo, the truth is, you're useless, i leave you toothless for sayin' you're ruthless, shit/

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

We're most powerful crew,we fighting for truth

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Looking for solvency

But make sure if they do see

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

I'm looking over all the things we take for granted,