This is a song about "The sea floor"

My god made the sea and land

Two white cups and i got that drank

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Your being pushed into the dead sea

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Some old bitch that we did before

And he kicked her tooth on the floor

Not one j got a pair or more

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

And slid back north of course to pen more

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

Army stance, ready for war

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more