This is a song about "The atlantic"

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

The more battles the better the flows

We love for a while then a light goes

The dope the rhyme wizard

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

As the king upon the throne

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Still the man with the pan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They forgot about the fourth coast