This is a song about "Surface"

Got me feeling light headed yea nigga philip rivers

Just below the surface something sinister simmers

My verse flow like a wave clean the surface for the naive who used to crap like you have

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Now on the surface you seem like a pretty good rapper,

Shit is crooked on the surface, insecure they're looking at ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Beneath the surface of your skin like surgeons

Beneath the surface in dungeons where they creep in,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

A gem on the surface but grew into a disturbed recluse that she converted to