This is a song about "Offshore rig"

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

And im not actin like a movie set

I'm sure to get rich

Set fire to this bitch

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Im trying to see her in bed

My god has the traps set

Rig the booths to make any and all points moot

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

To fix what i did to you

But this is it, no sleep, throw a fit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit