This is a song about "Streeet panama shore"

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

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

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Bust down ya door like a coked up paulie shore

He appreciates your support

East shore part emcee part sword

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.