This is a song about "Micro waves"

We set trends, make tidal waves like hurricanes where the fuck where i be

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Surf the titan size waves we must, dive deep,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

And today we're still in chains

A dopehead with a couple doses, of moses waves so somatic

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

For repair i've mastered the airways spitting faster then sound waves

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Cause some of you bitches funny