This is a song about "Search destroy"

Best believe this is the boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Or i might destroy you

Cause when i make this stew

I must go like fly route

Good people search them out

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

I destroy with my mouth

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

Search were you cant see deep down inside

Catch you up on places i've been

On a search for inspiration

I never fizzle, search and destroy as a villain

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

You can search but you'll never find

Fine young man with an old man mind