This is a song about "Unreasonable search and seizure"

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

On a search for inspiration

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

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

Cause last time i got into a beef, i was the achiever of his fatal key seizure/

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Wanna know more? then go & do a google search on it

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

You fall into an epileptic seizure