This is a song about "The tides"

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

To the voice of the oblivion,

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

The paper to the pen.

Ride my tides i don't mind my lies that died slow

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

In the face of the outside.

He got hit up that same night

The trigger or the chair

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Take the exit, the nearest left

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

The bigger the the fun