This is a song about "Malachite at the bottom of the sea"

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

As i seenobody cares about my history

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I'm lurking-murking slithering at the bottom like urchins.

Third ward general, young cash money

Show them im the king of the sea.

Your the type of hater that ends up floatin 6ft deep at the bottom of a barrel

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

This time undefeated by the sea.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three