This is a song about "The bay"

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

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I've been in the bay for years,

So close i could give flip a play

Stay calm we can hold these fears at bay

No one can find me. i can fish for food in this bay.

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

But i'll hit you like tampa bay lightning struck

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

Underrated some would say

Sharp like dagon, from the bay