This is a song about "Lake time"

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

It's refrigeration time

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

My limitation is my motivation to break it, take it down to the lake and shake

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

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

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

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

It's waking time, time to drop

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Time to prepare to do fed time