This is a song about "Seeking"

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

Money ain't a thing

48. and come back seeking,

For ma niggas who died through seeking asylum

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

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

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

But i'm just a fucking heat seeking missile sometimes

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live