This is a song about "The sharks"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

She got that good good

The dopest on the planet

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

But even then there are sharks waiting to feed.

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Like i be killin all these sharks

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Eyes poked out the the raven

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

From the bench to the ball

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Your swimming in a pool of sharks you ain't ever gonna survive.

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live