This is a song about "The shore"

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Outcast with a c dreams of smoking with pauly shore

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

About how you sold out to the norm like a whore on the jersey shore

That's just the beginning of war

You will see a body wash up on shore

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Its like draggin myself to shore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I just realized all i was doing was running along the shore!