This is a song about "Search"

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Gave me the chills, now i only search deals.

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Wanna know more? then go & do a google search on it

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

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

I need to search your page for a fucking punch line

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Good people search them out

I gotta little clout

So search hard till you find your lady,

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,