This is a song about "Rip tide"

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Rip this shit like cling film

I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Raised by a momma who, who

Fuck you man,i'm gonna rip you,

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I wanna get with you

Your lyrics im gna rip threw

I'm on deck i'm up next

Up a flower rip it to shreds