This is a song about "The lake"

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

I think of a beautiful image, like a sunset on a lake

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Redbox flow and i do not date

Remember the past? house right by the lake

The bigger the the fun

Yeah bitch this date's done

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

They'll find your body deep in a lake