This is a song about "Seeking"

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

So sad like nomads unsuccessfully seeking settlement

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Now your seeking for wellness, it all ends with you on oprah's next help list

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

So listen, i've risen, to this position, i sit in, seeking within

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Her smile i was seeking, but she was crying a million times,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time