This is a song about "Bay area"

Area 51 dropped some shit be aware

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

Braggin about my area 51 laminate

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Stay calm we can hold these fears at bay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

They bringing me fish and chips

I've been in the bay for years,

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Straight from my bombers bay

Oh, why do i live this way

Fake based in the area

Oh yeah, pops got a visa