This is a song about "Shoreham on flaming sea"

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea

Show them im the king of the sea.

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

I’m at the bridge, boutta jump off right into the sea,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

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