This is a song about "Ships sinking"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Good think i can spit or i'd be sinking to a life of poverty

While all those ships go tips(y)

Hopin' that my niggas see

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

The captain of a sinking ship with only the alarms in tact

Got him rinsed, sink, sinking in by the meter/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And my pride sinking down to the depths,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Sinking y'all niggas, call you titanic

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick