This is a song about "Lake huron"

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

And send ya into toxic waste in a frozen solid lake,

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

They'll find your body deep in a lake

Remember the past? house right by the lake

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I think of a beautiful image, like a sunset on a lake

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great