This is a song about "Storm tide"

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,

We'll walk this road together, through the storm

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

It takes away my storm cloud.

Get yours; you know what this about

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

He gave 'em the platform

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs