This is a song about "Lake ave"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

A lake or ditch that's what happens to a snitch

From the lake to the blues every day life is

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

But i’m taking the bate, ‘n all the respect in this lake,

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

They threw a rock in the lake, but it hasnt started rippling

They'll find your body deep in a lake

If i should die before i wake

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author