This is a song about "Straight from the bay"

Nobody ain't own us yet

Drinking straight from the keg

This carnival is straight from hell

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Think i need another play

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

I drink it straight from the carton

Car seats got screens in them

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

I bought them straight out the bay

Take my moms, move away

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And i told him he was racist, i knew straight from the start,