This is a song about "Shoreham on flaming sea"

Show them im the king of the sea.

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

I'd rather stick my fricking dick inside a flaming fan/

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Emerging from the sea