This is a song about "Old man in the sea"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Mumblin' like the old man i see on the sidewalk

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

There's other fish in the sea but see i ain't a sailor

A hundred more sluts in the sea each one be flooding the streets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Just start floatin in the sea

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she