This is a song about "Gree4n bay packers"

Yet it's funny coz i just can't keep the truth at bay

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

So, i begin to sip on mountain bay gay rum

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

Just so i keep all your fears at bay

She say all men treat her wrong way

Stay calm we can hold these fears at bay

Where the influences lay at bay,

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