This is a song about "Ocean friendship"

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Single it out,our friendship hit 8.5 on the histogram

Layed in the middle of the ocean and

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

In the ocean there's another atmosphere.

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

You're uncool like my mother kin

Slowing brain waves-frozen ocean.

You feel it from your head to your toes

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Kinship, relationship, friendship, no discriminating race shit

It's that crack, give you something to sell

You can hear the ocean real well.

A grain of sand on the beach, a droplet in the ocean.

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