This is a song about "The coastal environments"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

The bigger the the fun

Mami... she open, she open

Yeah, the kid in this thang

Still the man with the pan

Saw the bombs on the news

High as shit, i’m in a booth