This is a song about "Searching for a boy"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

But here's a 20, i came here searching for something more"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Searching for salvation, in a place called my mind/

Summer time, different shore

I found the one ive been searching for,