This is a song about "The hudson bay"

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

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I bought them straight out the bay

Take me away away

Just so i keep all your fears at bay

And it begins to phase him more each day

After that, she say

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

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

Alcohol and booty calls

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

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