This is a song about "Crimson tide"

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

But check out how i roll tide

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

With foreign names, valet the range

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age

Wealthy tuition, floor already crimson

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right