This is a song about "Search and seizure"

I put toys in a lyrical seizure,

See, i like the person that you are

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

You fall into an epileptic seizure

Of impactful things one can ask for

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Desperate to search for rhymes, but it seems ur clueless.

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Gave me the chills, now i only search deals.

On a search for inspiration

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/