This is a song about "The bay"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

Where the influences lay at bay,

So close i could give flip a play

So, i begin to sip on mountain bay gay rum

She never ready to go so she forever come

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Yet it's funny coz i just can't keep the truth at bay

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

I'm done, put the anchor in the bay

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga