This is a song about "Sea otters"

Pull your guns and play me, let's set it off

Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

On a fuckin submarine, you're below sea level

Stampede in this game like the hawks of the sea

Third ward general, young cash money

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

This time undefeated by the sea.

We might be back in this baby

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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