This is a song about "Hawke s bay"

Round my motherfuckin way

Straight from my bombers bay

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

The outline which you n****s out dated

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Where the influences lay at bay,

They bringing me fish and chips

I've been in the bay for years,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget