This is a song about "Mahone bay"

Yet it's funny coz i just can't keep the truth at bay

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

Hit it or four play

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Where the influences lay at bay,

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Another round what the song say

Just so i keep all your fears at bay

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.