This is a song about "Search"

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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

I need to search your page for a fucking punch line

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Birds in the sky fluttered with their high numbers in search of food

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I never fizzle, search and destroy as a villain

That'll do anything that i please

Gave me the chills, now i only search deals.

I can play binary search better than guitar

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

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