This is a song about "The tide"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

The truth but thats the way

When we fuck she say

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

See, i like the person that you are

In the heat of the summer,

Got the passion for the music

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Reminisce the times and the laughter