This is a song about "Rip tide"

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

And rip out your vocal cords,

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Fuck you man,i'm gonna rip you,

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

The fucking college trying to rip me off

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

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

I'll rip it up inside yo pad mayne

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame