This is a song about "Pauly shore"

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Your lucky i don't kill you and drop you off at the shore,

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

I ain't happy with the score

Its like draggin myself to shore

Pensiuila around me but i cant reach the shore

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

East shore part emcee part sword

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Leaving you on the shore primetime if you sharks dare to bite