This is a song about "Streeet panama shore"

Demons in my dreams, i keep seeing my body wash up on a shore

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I was flooded through the fucking swimming pool now that i am washed up to shore i am killing you

Best friends in hospital i dont know what to do,go to some bitches house and just screw,

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Cause when we're on the shore there is no clock. time doesn't matter when we're out here.

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

I just realized all i was doing was running along the shore!

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

They're guaranteed to search along the shore,

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

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