This is a song about "The port"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

And i love you all

Where the ball meets the wall

The bigger the the fun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The streetz is aint the safe

But she took it in his place

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

So it leaves me to wonder

In the heat of the summer,