This is a song about "The tide"

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

The realist in the game

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

I'm the nigga with the juice

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

And i am one of one

The bigger the the fun

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I bring the heat like the

Play the game nigga