This is a song about "Streeet panama shore"

Your lucky i don't kill you and drop you off at the shore,

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Another day as i step out the door

Bust down ya door like a coked up paulie shore

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

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

With less people liking you than a pauly shore party

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

Shit, i'm fucking neighbor cross the streeet, and i heard you cry!

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

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

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