This is a song about "Unreasonable search and seizure"

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

You fall into an epileptic seizure

Shit, like i ain't been through the scars and bruises

Desperate to search for rhymes, but it seems ur clueless.

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

Make em blink like having an epileptic seizure

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Search were you cant see deep down inside

So that's me in the corner, that's me in the search light

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan