This is a song about "Crimson tide"

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Wealthy tuition, floor already crimson

But check out how i roll tide

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

That k o d a lil bit of change

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples