This is a song about "Seeking love"

Me? i'm never sleeping, only seeking the meaning

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I'm seeking to sneak in, but i'm weeping when i peep the scene

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

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

Pocket racked up all big faces

Baby if you want my love

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Carol city or was it the west

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help