This is a song about "Having sex with sharks"

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Like i be killin all these sharks

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

All the bullshit ive been having to deal with ive had it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket