This is a song about "Scooba diver"

But i apologize for not walking you around

And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down

Lord jesus, board pieces playin' games, we're just monopolies,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

With deep, intricate, meticulous rhymes

They say we living in troubled times

Should on board of a boat,

I know you just doing your job

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Going so crazy, they say that i'm a loon

That lambo you got , i hope one day you crash,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Clear a path as i bypass blowing hash out a gas mask