This is a song about "Drugs guns bitches booty sea cars"

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

Just start floatin in the sea

That's why i'm makin' money

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Competition on the court

Emerging from the sea

But am i less holy

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

But i dont carry guns

Guess they ran out of options

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve