This is a song about "Searching"

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

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

They're searching with the hunger for more

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Tryin' to find a way out of the ghetto, searching, moving, climbin',

I found the one ive been searching for,

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

They're searching with the hunger for more

I was there when he was hurting/i took you in when you were searching.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Yearning on the verge of reality frantically searching for sanity when nervous

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts