This is a song about "Tide"

But check out how i roll tide

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

For now everything just seem so right

Her soul swashed with agony and its high tide

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I was drowning in the tide with my mouth open wide,

Like a crimson tide i let the fury fly

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Their caught beneath a tide of this righteous age