This is a song about "Straight out of the bay"

Out of this word play? ... no! i'ma dump your body in the bay.

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Got tired of running from the police

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

We'll meet back and regroup

Straight out the fucking tube

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

She say all men treat her wrong way

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

Bath salts straight out the catalog

And i listen to thought

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought