This is a song about "Search"

You can search but you'll never find

I got a lot on my mind

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

So search hard till you find your lady,

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

Sectors n networks of settlers go westwards in search of their next work

Lookin for street hoes in search of cheap blows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Over me the same peeps that have died

Search were you cant see deep down inside

I gotta little clout

Good people search them out

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

Where god at? i need to call him

On a search for inspiration