This is a song about "Search"

And slid back north of course to pen more

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,

In time, i'll say a rhyme, you'll bring it like search queries,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

You can search but you'll never find

Their sayin on my mind

Sectors n networks of settlers go westwards in search of their next work

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

I need to search your page for a fucking punch line

Chasing money in the city of crime

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/