This is a song about "Bay a"

You ain't working hard as this

Spit a poem or a diss

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Like a baby without a diaper

Or go to sleep, or youll have a dream where youre drowning in the bay

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

Out of this word play? ... no! i'ma dump your body in the bay.

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

Yet it's funny coz i just can't keep the truth at bay

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.