This is a song about "Snail"

Weeper, teacher, sprinting creature, to defeat the elite cheater.

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

Cause time is money

Just start floatin in the sea

You know i wrote this song for the many crustaceans

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

We might be back in this baby

But you got the armor of a beetle, can't dispute us

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

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