This is a song about "Unreasonable search"

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Gave me the chills, now i only search deals.

I pray to god and search around, screaming, "someone save me",

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

In time we learned to live a life of crime

I need to search your page for a fucking punch line

Sectors n networks of settlers go westwards in search of their next work

Saying they all different, but i don’t show them no effort

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

He told me it was nas,i blasted off to the internet to search his debut album

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

"no need for google, the kids a search engine"

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Must be a lady in tha light

Search were you cant see deep down inside