This is a song about "Unreasonable search and seizure"

On a search for inspiration

And non-nigga friends got it with him

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,

I don't know what you heard about

Good people search them out

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Dont search for fame, thats my current thinkin man/

I need to search your page for a fucking punch line

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

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

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide