This is a song about "A lake"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Here's a blanket sleep with the fishes in the lake.

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Early adapters agree they all late

Remember the past? house right by the lake

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

High: that's why they call us planes

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

This magical like if lake michigan sprung a leak