This is a song about "Lost at sea"

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Knowing you can no longer party

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

I'm completely lost and being burnt up at my core

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

You lost it at her, the gift you're constantly enamoured with

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

This time undefeated by the sea.

Without her i'd be lost..being with her comes at a cost..thoughts of losing her haunt me the most/

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Emerging from the sea

Bait baby, wait baby