This is a song about "Ocean plastic pollution"

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

In the ocean there's another atmosphere.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I blame the pollution of the mainstream music they viewing

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

This is the season for noise pollution contamination

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

My intellectual properties is bigger than a third of the ocean

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And eternally take his weight and leave it in the ocean

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

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