This is a song about "Hawke s bay"

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

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

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

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I was gonna write you a poem today

Stay calm we can hold these fears at bay

But i'll hit you like tampa bay lightning struck

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Do it fast or your plane's gonna crash, smashed by the bay

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Just so i keep all your fears at bay

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,