This is a song about "Bay a"

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

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

So, i begin to sip on mountain bay gay rum

And i don't rely on no bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Do it fast or your plane's gonna crash, smashed by the bay

I want to feel her in every way

Stay calm we can hold these fears at bay

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Sharp like dagon, from the bay