This is a song about "Jersey girl ocean city dirty"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Rack city bitch, rack, rack, city bitch [x3]

705 this our city,

What them tippers don't see

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

And eternally take his weight and leave it in the ocean

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

In the ocean there's another atmosphere.

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

This is why her nigga mad

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Spaced out in an ocean,

Where god at? i need to call him

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes