This is a song about "Search and seizure"

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Make em blink like having an epileptic seizure

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

Rose cases, we pop daily

So search hard till you find your lady,

Search were you cant see deep down inside

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

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