This is a song about "All at sea"

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Im goin hard you hardly goin at all

Bait baby, wait baby

Just start floatin in the sea

We all know 12 is where its at

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Mirror mirror on the wall

No need to respond at all,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Til you can't stand at all

Is this man alright at all?

Know you want me to fall

But shit it's all mine, at all times

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

This time undefeated by the sea.

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city