This is a song about "Lake"

Here's a blanket sleep with the fishes in the lake.

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

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

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

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

From the lake to the blues every day life is

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

All these assholes can go and jump in a burning lake

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

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch