This is a song about "The pursuit"

Life, love, pursuit of happiness, doing nothing is the definition of absurd madness

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

I'm on the pursuit of pussy and i know

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Currently in pursuit of currency and with certainty

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The more battles the better the flows

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

He's out making product move with the cops in hot pursuit,

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

In the heat of the summer,