This is a song about "Ocean"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

No intention to motion as the ocean flows

We can make more, make babies

And blow tree's like an ocean breeze

You're a paradox in motion, just a violent ocean,

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Where you goin'? gonna toss that body into the ocean!?"

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Your in the ocean swimming doggy style

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

And eternally take his weight and leave it in the ocean

Flow motion deep as an ocean, and all for the crew

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

In the ocean there's another atmosphere.