This is a song about "Hop off my wave"

You're the tidal wave, it's pure

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

On hip hop and grime my g,

Could i make you my baby

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

Yo yo, hop into my mercedes

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

We enjoyed our fucking time and survived so hop off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Back like i never ever left in the first

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Life is a challenge but i ride the wave days changing but my dream