This is a song about "Deck"

A shit wrecked ship, lose grip, slipping on the deck

This is like love, that you can never get

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Part of me ought to be a ship cause i keep her on deck,

On our dgk deck cause we dirty ghetto kids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Can't say my lyrics ain't deck you when you get #c#l#u#bbed by the violin!

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I brought the bowl of tomato soup onto the deck

Twins on deck call em siamese,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

I'm on deck yo, batter up

On they car note to go to the club