This is a song about "Ocean science"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

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

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

So when i spit the message and leave it and drop the science,

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

These acoustic threads are like academic science

The world once had giants, but something science cant prove

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

And eternally take his weight and leave it in the ocean

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him