This is a song about "Rising tide"

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

Temperature rising i'm heating the place,

And any connotation is viewed many ways

But i dont care, i will keep on rising, you realizing?

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

-ion rising up when the playing with gram tens

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

All the bitches know my name

You were rising straight to fame

White with a badge or anyone

In the land of the rising sun

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly