This is a song about "The bay"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

I've been in the bay for years,

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Ambition is definitely on the way

I could ever let another thought keep me at bay

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

As i wait till its late at the dock by the bay

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Do it fast or your plane's gonna crash, smashed by the bay