This is a song about "Search and seizure"

So search hard till you find your lady,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

A million nasty things went through my mind

You can search but you'll never find

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

I never fizzle, search and destroy as a villain

So that's me in the corner, that's me in the search light

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside