This is a song about "Search"

Lookin for street hoes in search of cheap blows

You feel it from your head to your toes

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

My secret is search and destroy

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

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

But you gotta search within you, look in that courage you found/

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

On a search for inspiration

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

I need to search your page for a fucking punch line