This is a song about "Searching"

So i head out, start searching for another flirting whore/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I just get so deep into it, searching for something intimate

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

All of my sons searching for their mommy now.

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Searching for direction in a place that has you headed low

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

It wasn't working n' life he kept on searching,

It's been three hours since i've seen the police last, they must've quit searching,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing