This is a song about "Crimson tide"

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Now im ecstatic to shed some crimson chromatic, believe me i mean to be mean, im emphatic

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

But check out how i roll tide

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

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right