This is a song about "Streeet panama shore"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Leaving you on the shore primetime if you sharks dare to bite

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Pensiuila around me but i cant reach the shore

But who needs a heart anymore when you can rest in shore that it'll only be broken

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Outcast with a c dreams of smoking with pauly shore

East shore part emcee part sword

For this, i thank the lord

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

So tell me why are we at war

Its like draggin myself to shore