This is a song about "The lake"

Remember the past? house right by the lake

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Young fisherman sinking in lake michigan

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

They'll find your body deep in a lake

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Other wise you'll get left in a lake of blood

Here's a blanket sleep with the fishes in the lake.

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Still like a lake water, while a child swims in the clear water