This is a song about "Bay area wasted"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I love the area and all that it do for me

I make forty-some dollars a day

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Stay calm we can hold these fears at bay

As she goes through the levels

On the couch, wasted giving no fucks

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

But all his painful efforts were wasted

Weird shit in my head like the 51 area

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

As: other plans got in the way

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

All these years feel like they have been wasted,

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit