This is a song about "Sea"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

If you flow like a river, then my raps are a sea/

Your being pushed into the dead sea

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Wanna see you work your body

Emerging from the sea

And i got a little big, keep it low key

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

When you drink the bathwater from the polluted sea

My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck