This is a song about "Bay"

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

I could ever let another thought keep me at bay

As i wait till its late at the dock by the bay

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

So, i begin to sip on mountain bay gay rum

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

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

And the v12, that's on various trips

I've been in the bay for years,

That's what they'll say

Straight from my bombers bay

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

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way