This is a song about "Soul searching"

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

And i need you to show me love

He left his home searching for hope urges,

It's apart of her goal

Yeah, let it consume our soul,

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

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

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

I'm still searching, does that not make me a real person?

They're searching with the hunger for more

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

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