This is a song about "Sinking"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

Make them more insecure when they caught one

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Sinking y'all niggas, call you titanic

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

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Sip and then another sip til your sinking deep in.

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Hit it til your make up missing

My joint is ticking, my eyes sinking

Lifting the sinking pressure

What is hittin' for

Good think i can swim or i'd be sinking to the ocean floor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for