This is a song about "Plastic pollution ocean"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

These rappers are plastic

My bitches pure thick

Are they made outta plastic?

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

No pun intended i ain't being sarcastic

You bars aint real dawg,they feel so plastic

How can senators let oil, and pollution wash on our shores

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I blame the pollution of the mainstream music they viewing

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

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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